Its my story, I'll tell it how I want to

thank you to all my loyal readers, all 2 of them.

So in the past few months, I've held off writing as i though i should create more quality stories, more insightful posts.
Ya know what - that ain't me, not a whole lot about me is insightful.

so here is what i have been up to...

a few weeks ago Andy Caron came back into town. Low key chickenride with him, i gutted out a huge effort to roll across to a final effort he rolled across to.
I sat on, jumped, tried to lead him out but he didn't get there, so i soft pedaled and informed the man to 'get up here, its your ride, you oughta win!'

mostly from there, got some crappy rain days, some so so riding into work and back.

July 5th against better judgement i met up with the alberto's crew and we left Gurnee to head to Lake Geneva. 8 of us rolled along smoothly. it gets pretty punchy up there, and i knew the clock was ticking for me.
The way home i tried to take a few turns but mostly hide, and sure enough, BONK. the 100 miles was 5.5 hrs, i was good for 4.5, oh well.

Hit another chicken just this past week, pretty mellow for the most part, made it up over tough spot to slide into the leadout train. Now i knew i was cooked, but cued in to Andy and tried to get the man a free lift to the finish. He took it, had it locked up and coasted... just enough for Tawse to pimp him on the inside. Kudos to Tawse

Today i rolled in to work, it was just gonna be one of those days. Got pulled out in front of a few times, no biggie, but the icing on the cake was the ass clown that did the 4 lance change from the left side over to chop me, i left a solid handprint in teh front quarter panel to remind her to look before you swerve. Bi - otch.