Money is This Man's God
"Who boy, you almost landed on your face." It was true, i did. Almost. A little too much speed on an unfamiliar trail, and brakes that are in desperate need of a good bleed, are not necessarily an ideal combo. 'Least not for me. I wasn't expecting it, but probably could have predicted that Coyote would be around for just such a flub - it's a special knack of his. I started to explain the situation, but then thought of the futility, and instead asked what he was doing there. "Checking out this new trail," he says. "Been a lot of pounding, cutting, digging sounds around here lately. I watched it all from a distance, just thought i'd break it in tonight, if you know what i mean." Yeah, i've got a pretty good idea of what you ... "Hey, that whole landing on your face thing, it reminds me, you ever hear of a human named John Brown?" Oh, there must be thousands of John Brown's. Why do you ask? "Something he said: 'Money...
