Today, NOTHING happened.
It's true. Today, not a damn thing happened. Nobody did a race, worked on a bike, or anything even remotely worth mentioning. I am wearing shorts and a t-shirt, and have a new haircut. That's it. That's all I got. Oh, and it's raining.
My butt is kinda itchy too. YES, I smelled fingers after. No, I didn't tell anyone to smell them. Slow news day, kids. I'll have to look at naked midgets for inspiration on tomorrow's blog.
Word to your mother..
C
posted by Sharpie @ December 13, 2007
9 comments
9 Comments:
Oh, I'm sure James worked on his bike!
Maybe nothing happened in the world of pampered Backbone racers who are sucking on Dos Equis so the sponsor’s teats can heal in the off season. It was a breezy 31 degrees and freezing rain at 0500 when I started my 15 mile ride to work. In fact, I finished first in the Thursday the 13th Perrysburg to Bowling Green Ice Bike World Championship and I’m a friggin’ privateer. I was rolling Kenda Klondikes and they got me so far ahead I never saw any of the other competitors. We’re expecting a few inches of snow tonight and I expect to deliver an ass-whoopin to whoever turns out to race me tomorrow morning on the return commute.
Oh, and tell that snot-nosed little unicyclist you picked up that I can stay up as late as I want to.
Oh, Tom. Don't hate on the Backboners because they won't take you in. And "work" is a funny word coming from the Brown Santa. Didn't you CHOSE to live there in the cold? WOW! 13th? Probably shoulda left that part out, I don't think there's a podium spot that deep....
Careful Tom, our little Uni rider would kill ya on a tricycle with two flats and a broken pedal.
love ya WEHE!
He didn't see any competitors cuz there WEREN'T any! They were all indoors drinking hot cocoa with Bailey's.
It was 60 Deezgrees yesterday at sunset in Aliso Woods when I was finishing my ride. I thought my toes were gonna fall off. Brrrrr!
Ummmm,now boys, no cat fighting! And Chris, I do have to make a correction on your statement, he is the Purple Promise....no longer the Brown Santa........hate to correct ya', but ya GOTTA get it right! :) Gotta look out for ALL of my peeps! Looks like Tom needs someone on his side this time, you boyz be ganging up on him!
Oh yeah, take me in. Beginner 45-49 would real look good on the team bios page. Think of all the struggling age groupers who could read every sponsor’s name on a Backbone jersey as they blew past me at 8 mph. “On yer left – hey nice Tomac!”
I didn’t complain about the weather in my post, I love it here. I’m just glad to have the Klondikes you turned me on to so I can ride through the snow and ice upright. No reason to drive to work this year. Brown Santa? Must be a different Tom. My sleigh is red and if I come to your house, you’re having a bad day.
Vegas, I don’t know California geography, but I’ll bet there is some wide-open country within a hundred miles where the smoldering embers would keep your toes warm while you ride.
Sorry! I thought this was the fabulous Tom Weeknee, a member of the KENDA family of dirt-bags. Which Tom is this???? We call him Brown santa because of his very short stint as a UPS delivery man in Colorado! Glad you like the Klondikes, aand I would have been MUCH kinder had I known it wasn't WeeKnee!
OK! That is actually NOT Wehe..It's my firefighter homeslice Tom S. from here in the land of free-rabge white people.
If this dude rolled that race and had a great time on his Klondikes, that's awesome. It's actually a tough race to do, and BIG PROPS to TOM...not Wehe, he likes small boys.
Good goin' Chris! You led us all astray! :) I was thinking it was Wehe as well, but then again, I was wondering why there wasn't some of the broken English that I have come to know from Wehe's emails.........love the guy, but, all that German in him still slips out from time to time, and no....I am not talking about his weiner (or should I say Veeener.
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