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When Walking is All That's Left - Nov. 18, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Nov 18, 2025
  • 1 min read

before your soul loses

conventional transportation

 

before the tires flatten for good,

the gears rust shut or the steering

assembly has broken for the last time

take it out for a spin and often

 

more than you might want to

 

why wait till you need the wheels

of chairs, Ubers, taxis or friends

 

if everything still works, don’t

garage yourself too often, you know

something will stop working

 

and you risk the possibility that the

parts needed to fix it are no longer

available or won’t fit

 

and walking will simply be

a stroll down memory lane

 
 
 

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