In all truthlessness, the only reason I ride mt. bikes with such an unabashed fervency is so I can imbibe a different craft beer every other night of the week -the off eves are devoted to Yogi antioxidant tea ( to keep my girlish figure in check) - and, if my friends are in the mood, maybe an abusive night or three at The Bier Station. I have yet to go out to a bar stool and drown my elations by my lonesome, but my back screen-porch is fair game for solo booze-juice downing…
BuRP with El Blanco and The Manimal...
The flesh-wound aftermath of a supa-fast ride with The Silent Killer…
And finally, after buying some camo fabric for hats for Team 8 Lumens etc., it would seem that everyone and their illegitimate cousin wants one, enough so that I just purchased enough new digi-camo for 20 more hats….which should be done in the next week or so. The above pic is of the dashing Eric up in British Columbia, aka Juan Effing Speed, a devoted devotee of all things Boner Ghost -
- wherein you and your hated ones can find gems like this:
May the sack be with you...
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