must stop.
must. stop. twitching.
skis are in transport
from Canuckistan.
I've peeked at Rockies
early season ski porn.
fuuuuuuck, I want some.
must distract. fixed up
the Jabber, back home again.
fun Sunday, 'cakes humoring
me on the front, 'til I'd blow
up, inevitable. The flow pulled
at me, that helping hand when
the pitch rolls against gravity.
Brakeless wide eyed wonderment
thru the glades..Ninja pedal skills
were in effect, but a smidge
tentative.
The line easily recognizable.
must. focus. heading down valley
on Sat for the 6Pak Invitational &
Fixed Gear Championship of the Universe.
Run what ya brung as usual, spun out
big mtn slum here we come....
Hillendale? gonna freakin' rock
out with my cock out, how else
can you approach an event of
such magnitude? I'm racing for
the Ocean, biatch. !
time to go work on that
fucking bottom bracket,
again.
2 comments:
What I do is just not think about it until the snow hits. My boards are in the basement hidden somewhere. Sticking to two wheels for now...
yeah, I find it rough when the leaves are at their worst. not excited for the road bike yet, especially at night. once we get a bit more steady rain event and a bit of traffic, the flow will come back around...enough to get to mid/late Dec for mid grade groomer conditioning...
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