My mom read my blog. She now knows her son has a potty mouth.
I'm 44 years old, why does this concern me?
Comparing my moving time with my race time shows that I was wicked slow with my flat repair. Next time 1 stop instead of 3, and I'll whip the tire levers out immediately instead of trying to be a man and get a slimy Stan's and mud glazed tire bead onto the rim.
My friend Jacky's daughter wants to be a bartender; may be she should reconsider.
I'm off to MV to celebrate Quinny's 10th birthday as soon as my last customer shows up. I'll get a couple few days of big gear churning in the Manuel F Correllus State Forest. I haven't mountain biked on the island since the Summer of 2007. I brought a 51.6" gear that time, this time I'm bringing a 56.3"; should be fun. Kids have their bike up their too; being able to let them ride without worrying about them being splattered by some jackass cutting through our street at 50 mph will be nice.
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That is too funny. Seems everytime I use a three or four letter word in my blog (which is pretty rare), my mom drops in and I hear about it later via email.
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