Rode bike. Rode singletrack.
Rode singletrack in the dark, and in the fog.
There was mud. Oh, yes. There was mud.
A great time was had; new people were met. Plans were made. Next Thursday? Yep.
Oh, did I mention the mexican food? Torpedo Burrito! Subed in the IPA for the Dos Equis, and only a pint at that. But you gotta start somewhere.
Brings back some good memories, except instead of being the quiet guy for two years, I just started in with the shit-talking right from the get-go.
Seemed to work out ok.
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2 comments:
hello joe,
the sun was shining there, but not
here, in the farmers backyard!
this is our first comment back,
but not the last.
but nate hears billy goats!!!!!
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