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 is this man's god,' he said, 'and to get enough of it he would sacrifice his country.'"

Hmmm, sounds like i know who that John Brown is talkin' about.

"I'm sure you do - but you're wrong. Mr. Brown was talking about a different traitor. One that lived two-hundred fifty years ago."

I pondered that as I cruised down the rest of this newest addition to the trail system Out There. Two men of, apparently, very similar character, worshiping the same god, one present at the birth of the great American experiment, the other seemingly hell-bent on ending that experiment.

no problem here, but i did take the alternate way around each of the numerous jumps. next time. maybe