Iâ€™m on the road again. Itâ€™s that time of year. A guy has to go places, see things. Later, itâ€™ll be too warm and Iâ€™ll be chilling under a tree. I have to move now. I love the red gravel, the smell of the eucalypts, the wind on my face. I feel free. Itâ€™s an adventure.
Oh, shoot, whatâ€™s that? Not good. Thereâ€™s a car coming. Go faster or slow down? Iâ€™ll just stop, shut my eyesâ€¦
Sheesh! That was close! I think they swerved, but I still felt the wheel rub my tail.
Itâ€™s bloody hard being a lizard.