When I work from home, I watch what’s going on outside. Dope boys come and go from the house across the street. He seems to be the steady supplier for many. I often wonder what drug he sells. His kids come over here to get their bikes fixed. Not once have they ever thanked us. Dominic has even built up junk bikes from the LBS for these kids. Do you think their fucking drug selling parents even give a shit?
I rode 213 miles this week. Enough said.
No trail riding anytime soon. Unless I drive 4 hours to Ray’s, the MTB won’t be used much till May which really sucks. I hate to have a new bike and not be able to ride it the way it’s supposed to be ridden.
Not related at all to cycling but something I found interesting:
They call it Mellow Yellow. I am thinking it is NOT a good sign to have a government controlled strain of marijuana. Scary shit.
Early Runaways. As in, jailbait. One of my favorite songs – WASTED.by