unhappy friday ....
never say, the rain is killing the friday tradition . don't think . sing "no rain no rainbow" . sing like konishiki "朝日 のぼーらない 夜は なーい～"
f#%k f#%k f#%k !!!!!
peace,
a2c
Yes it rained on a Friday, a facking gen. The thing I miss about the Friday night rides is the challenge of keeping it together. Finish work, get on the train, talk to living togethers and head out. Just getting to the ride is a bitch let alone keeping up with pricky fast legs. He weighs as much as my gut and makes uphills look like the an al highway into a passed out jewish girl, mad quick son (not mine). So i ignored the police when they told me to stop and felt naughty. they didn't even bother to follow me which bummed me out but the ensuing drama on the path back stoked thee. Nothing happened and they were gone by the time I headed back on the same path. It was sick to ride in the rain.
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it looks like your ankles were cut with some kind of razor wire and bleeding black blood.....mad sick.
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