Go along for the ride? No mate no, a ride? What you on pal? I usually have to watch as the Valentine's vehicle for the ride goes past me and carries on like it is on some predetermined route that God only knows who holds sway over where, who, why, and when. Or what.
I remember when the valentine's bus came along for this so-called ride this one other time, I decided to stay not at home or at the Valentine's stop, oh no. Instead, I took a gloomy grimly tall chuck walk inside an abandoned warehouse, it was the 14th building in February. Dark, dank, dead, full of rats, piss, stains, broken glass, fox mud, dirt, filth, pain, pallets, some kicked about cans of worms, you know the kind of brain eating worms inside those cans that the government refuse to open. Well anyway, there's your trip ride for ya me old mukka. Sigh