Hey Bloodrayne, I hear Texas is nice this time of year. LOL I see out my window to the North, about a mile and a half up the road is my neighbor, they are putting a new roof on their house, between them and me is our cornfield or beans depending on the year, last season it was corn, but the field has been since turned over. Barely any snow this year in central Illinois, if there is a bright center of the universe this is the place its furthest from. To the South I see a new machine shed I just had built for all my automobile type projects, and a new one that I am going to start in the Spring. Am going to build my first motorcycle, tired of buying someone elses, its only yours if your the first one to ride it. To the west more cornfield, to the east about 3 miles away is railroad tracks and the Charlotte township grainery and feed store. A fella that lives next to the grainery raises Buffalo, not sure what for (imagine meat they are very lean compared to beef cattle) and thats about it. Its about a 20 mile drive 2 town where we have Walmart and restaurants and such, there is also a smaller town SW thats about 15 miles has a race track, thats where you will find the locals on Sat. nights in the summer. everybody around here into racing. Do get to a big city you either drive 40 miles S to Bloomington/Normal or 150 miles N to Chicago, the only time I go N is to work my daily commute is 70 miles one way, yeah its far but it only takes an hour to get there, all highway driving. I work at a VW/Kia/Isuzu car dealership as a technician. The job would be great if it wasnt for the fucking customers. What I really want to do? Race full time, and maybe open a curious goods bookstore. Kind of place people are afraid to go in but when they do they always come back. I love living on the farm, been raised this way my whole life, city life 2 fast for me besides its funny to see city folk out here and slow down 2 look at cows and other wildlife its like they were on the moon.
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