Here's a terrible admission: I love tarmac.
clickyGod knows it's not pretty, at least close up. It's one long ribbon of gravestone for
man and
beast. Yet I can't stop myself from being a roadie. It's got to be a smooth ride or I might as well be walking - and I've certainly done my share of
that (scroll to the bottom). Even though the
math doesn't always add up, rubber on crushed rock and tar is a sublime alchemy of spun bliss.
