Cruised to Salem Hills for a solo trail run tonight after dark. Never Mind the Bullocks powered my ride. Hearing the Pistols transports me back to my mid teens, hanging with my older brother listening to dangerous music. Likewise, the Pugsley brings me back to riding the trails around Gooseberry Park in Moorhead, MN trying to catch air on my stingray. Still have a visible scar from where the grip-less bar end dug into my abdomen. Good memories leave marks.