Last night, after hanging for awhile at Randy’s, my husband dropped his cell phone from his motorcycle, while going (he claims1) 65 mph. Evidently, after paying a toll on the Powhite Parkway, he’d forgotten to re-attach the Velcro strap of the bag in which both his change and his phone had been stored, so a [...]
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