andrew boyne chris boyne collaboration. and an attempt to win a bike from a coffee shop in dartmouth nova scotia. we didn't win. here is the story-



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Herbie Loftus was an old Burntcoat man. Herbie’s family had always lived there along the North Shore of Nova Scotia. His father lived the Saxby Gale at age four. On Herbie’s leg if you looked behind the shin where the muscle was there was a large and mangled scar. When people saw it they’d ask where he took the scar and how. And Herbie would tell them it was in Burntcoat when he was eleven. He’d taken his brother’s bike and pedaled it hard down the road towards the water and then right out on the old wharf. His legs were burning and he was moving faster then he had before. It felt good. He’d ridden right along the wharf and then up and over the side then through the air and where he was sure there’d be ocean there was nothing but sand and barnacled rocks. The tide was out. Or at that moment more gone then out.

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