I wunder what kinda ham sammich came up with the phrase “crackin’ trottle”. That’s right there is no “h” in trottle. That’s as gay as tack weldin an exhaust pipe and cheese grater to the angel of death. After all, he is monarch to the….
Well, I can’t afford more than just beer at this point. There will be no throttle cracking around here on my part.
Snake Hawk. Heir apparent.
can I get this in t-shirt form?
BDJ I just remembered that you could be crackin trottle, and getting 50 miles per gallon on the SEA PIG, AKA Yama XT 650 – But due to our unsecured national border – it got stolden. My guess is that its either in Guadalupe or Rocky Point as they are synonimous in my mind. I take that back – Rocky Point has spring break boobie contests, and salt water.
Cycling rocks ass. Maybe we should ride from your house to RP to see a college boobie contest. Oh, right I forgot we’d probably get rolled over by a Hummer going way too fast right outside of Gila Bend.