Break Out The Mittens & Moon Boots!
Ohhh yes life CAN be good once in a while... For the first time in months, I was actually a bit chilly. Evening temps down to the 60s, dry and clear. I did about 19 miles of single track goodness at Boyce Park tonight. It was so, so sweet.
Ran into Tom doing the P.O.R.C. ride tonight and then I ran into Kev who had just lost his head set cap and bolt coming off a small jump on his Klein single-speed and was about to start hoofing it to his Vee-hicle. Turns out he also broke his stem. Metal sheared like butter. On top of that he cracked his LeMond road frame last week. DOH!
Theres's this one kat I keep seeing on the trails riding a GT. Dude NEVER yields to me when I'm climing up a trail and when I stop to let him by, he looks pissed and NEVER says anything. He can go have large amounts of intercourse with himself.
Work has reached new levels of boredom. In the past 2 days. I've scanned two logos and made a 3 word correction to an ad. The days are DDDDDDDDRAGING. Somebody better start selling something soon or I'll be in the cheese line. But I have got all kinds of work done to my 05 race resume and trying to put together a plan for oh-six.
Later.
posted by Jason @ 9:31 PM
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Put a shoulder into Mr. GT the next time he denies you the uphill. When he picks his sorry ass off the ground and asks, "What the f***, man?!" You should calmly say, "Oh, I'm sorry, I was going uphill." If he advances on you, remove your rear wheel and bludgeon him with it. Once he's unconscious, drag his bike over his limp body and then drop it on him. That way, if someone finds him before he wakes up it will just look like he ate it.
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