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Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Perks Of Being A Wallflower



For one night every year we are handed a "get out of jail free" card to pretend to be anyone/anything we wish. Whether its a good excuse to dress up like a nurse or its time to dust off that gorilla costume that sits in your closet all year long... You are guaranteed a good time. Recognize anyone?



In an effort to fair goodbye to Rock-Tober, we rode until we bonked. None of us have ventured beyond the 3.5 hr mark in a long time and we were all due for one of those "glycogen deprived" states of bliss. The kind of ride where the last hour's converstation shifts to what each of us is going to eat when we get home.

Two hamburgers, two cans of V8, and three eggs later I reached the lethargic state that I would remain in for the rest of the evening, operation digestion.



It appears that my last post fired some people up (note the comments section). The politics of mountain biking can be a touchy subject and we are all free to have our own opinion. Regardless, the best trail is the one we haven't ridden yet....

6 Comments:

Blogger Mom said...

Look who came out of the closet on Halloween!

3:14 AM  
Blogger Martini said...

I think my Mom isn't quite sure what "coming out of the closet" really means! I guess I will have to get her the Get hip to modern phrases book for Christmas afterall.

7:10 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Don't fight it martini, mother knows best!

10:05 AM  
Blogger IronGambit said...

haha... I guess MTB'ing IS like football! hometown and away!

5:00 PM  
Blogger Jason said...

Lets hope it was just a mis used phrase by your mom, but hey, whatever floats your boat ;)

Hope you date with Justice was ok. Soldiers dying every day in Iraq, murder on our streets and YOU are the criminal my friend. Read the signs hippie! Ha!

jm

1:17 PM  
Blogger LilSis356 said...

Yikes! We definately have to get Mom up to speed!

Great costume!

Love ya,
Chrissy

10:46 PM  

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