When It Rains, It Pours
When I finally stumbled through my door after today's ride, I felt like I went 12 rounds with Tyson in a dark alley. If the tree at 20 mph didn't set me straight, the 30 foot tumble down the 45 degree mountain side did. If someday you are lucky enough to ride with Mike West, you too will have a lesson to learn. DON'T even attempt to follow his wheel, you will fall victim to some serious carnage. (Especially if you are trying out your new hardtail) Consider this cat schooled.
I guess it could have been worse....
If MTV cribs would roll through my door right now they would have a healthy laugh at my fridge. Man can not live on Cytomax and Powerbars alone.... or can he?!?
I know my Mom is going to be on the phone as soon as she reads this post.... Hi Mom!
3 Comments:
you could always eat all those pria bars you have....
have fun with the peroxide.
Ouch...
Man your fridge looks better then mine. Lucky!
That fridge is so rock'n'roll it scares me. Reminds me of when I was living in a flop house in Waukesha with my guitars, a half-loaf of white bread and a can of devilled ham. The up-side? Tell Ma, "It's easier to keep it clean this way!" Now scab over and get back on your bike.
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