You got all the love, honey baby,
I can stand.
Nice return to the busy happy ride life. The more foolish Santa Cruz clown troop piled out of their tiny car and spilled over into the Fort Ord countryside. The local boys make the Good Life with the showing up of 2. Improvements in the wonderful. Cannot say the better than here about the Good Time of the Moon and Bike.
Little red wagon, little red bike
I ain't no monkey but I know what I lik.
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A fun time was had by all. Especially the fourth time I crashed. Wait, maybe it was the 10th time that was most fun. Got home so late as to not even have time for dindin.
Regardless, that was a good drunk-ride-crash-moon-friend-fest.
After all, someone had to pick up the slack...
yeah, you should learn to ride your bike better- it makes us look bad in front of the new guy.
I'm still finding new bruises and my abs of steel were a little torqued.
But people see my moon aura, and let me tell you they are impressed.
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