Tuesday, August 05 2008, 12:00 AM
Bottomless CL Day!
Sick deals back to back all day long.
Oh, you mean as in "I can laugh because it happened to you, not me." That'd be mean, though- that'd be rubbing it in. I'm not that same bully anymore (I hope). I'm not gloating, I'm apologizing.
Yes, I got it. I'm just saying you found it funny because that saying applied for you.
No. It happened to him. He went straight into the trees at like 40 mph (64.37km/h)! He couldn't stop when he ran out of road! Get it?
You know the saying. "It's funny because it happened to you."
When we were kids we used to ride our bikes all day, every day. At some point, I remember clearly four or five of us were having a competition to see who could go the fastest down our street. We lived on a quarter mile long dead end street. The dead-end was at the top of the hill (named Mt Misery, the high-point in town), at the downhill end was a stop sign and an intersection with a perpendicular road.
For some reason (and all of us who were there will remember this vividly to this day, I'm sure) I had the idea that it would be funny to covertly lube the rims on my brother's bike, when he wasn't paying attention. I surmised that would affect his v-brakes adversely and Road Runner-type mayhem would ensue to great hilarity.
When his turn came he flew down the hill as fast as he could, determined to win. He flew by us in an aero speed tuck as we waited at the bottom of the hill. He was very fast.
Just when you would expect him to stop, he didn't. The rest of us stood aghast- completely dumbfounded as he rode straight through the stop sign. Unable to navigate the 90 degree turn onto the narrow cross-road, he barrelled more or less straight into the woods on the opposite side of the street. He probably went about fifty feet or so into the trees. He wasn't hurt, but he was very, very upset. Angry, I should say.
When the other kids realized what I had done, they were mad too. I ran away, of course. I didn't mean any harm, I just thought it would be funny, and I was kind of a bully. I'm sorry now, though. I truly am. Someone could've easily gotten hurt. Come on though- you gotta admit that was funny.
They've had a pedro tool kit up before, just yesterday I think.
You can check
And see past items that have been up on here, whiskeymilitia.com and steepandcheap.com
has a tool kit been up before? i'm looking for a nice kit for some simple maintenance. any chance ya can hook it up?
$65 for baggies isn't a bad price. And they aren't that ugly, not a bad colour. Most of the Oakley shorts I've tried/owned fit and work pretty darn well.
Actually, I'm so fast I need the extra drag of the shorts to slow me down. And when I'm hucking those big gaps, the extra bits give me that extra little lift so I just float over Snake River. And the extra material gives more for the ladies to hold on to...Terrible. I'll stop now.
I keep the ladies guessing by being fast enough that they can't see anything.
Wow! This has to be a misprint? I can't imagine anyone paying $65.00 or Chainlove's $24.98 for these shorts! The reported regular price is so inflated it makes me question the integrity of this site?
He was single his whole life. He always said he was going to move to Australia one day, but he never did. He stayed home and dreamed of Australia, instead. People always thought of him as the dreamer in the family.
When I was a little kid, all the little kids would pile into the back of Steven's red convertible sports coupe, and he'd take us to visit faerie castles and such around Loughrea, Streamstown, Co Galway. He'd shut off the engine and we'd coast down these really big hills with our hands over our heads like we were on a roller coaster- that is until some responsible adult got wind of this and told him not to do that any more.
I remember when I was a teenager, we'd hike across these sheep pastures to get to Mass but we'd always be late and my Uncle was really shy, so we'd hang out in this custiodial closet with a frosted glass window that opened into the Church proper, and we'd take the sermon from there. Then we'd sneak out before the end of the service and scamper back across the fields. Good crack, I guess.
Suddenly, when my Uncle Steven was in his fifties he somehow met this really beautiful young woman from Hong Kong, May, and they fell in love and were married and moved to America, which was a huge surprise to everyone back home in Loughrea. They didn't think he was ever going anywhere, America much less. He's apparently very happy driving trucks and living somewhere in Jersey, last I heard.
baggies for this boy. gotta keep the ladies guessing!
Hmmm. Hiccup. I googled, backed up and it reposted my message. Dang. It's 35C (95F) outside. And you thought Canada was a cold northern country.
Are we free associating?
Are we free associating?
I'm a mountainbiker and I wear lycra. Doesn't make me a bad person. I like orange creamsicles. I don't think I've ever eaten an orange creamsicle while wearing lycra- pretty sure I haven't, anyway. I've never driven a big-rig either. I have an Irish Uncle who married a Chinese woman named May, moved to America, took a class and became a truck driver. He really likes it.
I hear it's what all fashion conscious truck drivers wear.
Augh, they're back!
I already wear lycra, so losing several inches of that shouldn't be that big a deal...
Yeah, I'm a MTBer who wears lycra. When they come out with something more comfortable, I'll wear that.