I had a heck of a time going to Church on your birfday and letting some light shine...
all up those slushy trails we really shouldn't have ridden (gots to remember the clip-on fenders!). Twisty singletrack, sneaky cut-offs, local lines all lead to one spot:
You are old and crusty, but there ain't no flies on you.
29 November 2010
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did you stop at the boogfoot museum?
That's a big 10-4. We are, after all, kooks.
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