Two girls, one Cupcake

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I went mountain biking with Cupcake last Sunday. There weren’t any girls, let alone two. But, there was turning and going and pedaling and coasting and dirt and fun.

It was the tail end of a big weekend around my place. We hosted a Star Wars birthday for my youngest daughter on Saturday. May the Fourth be with you and all that. (I’ll spare you the pics. They’re already on Facebook for my “friends.”). Foam lightsaber wars, pin the tail on Yoda, and a Death Star pinata. It was awesome. Capped it off with an ice cream cake from Baskin Robbins. (Oh, and Tecate for the adults.) My in-laws were in town, they’re from Texas don’t cha know. My folks came through as well. It was rock-n-roll good times up at our place. I mean like totally bananas yard-full-of-screaming-kids good times.

Now, truth be told, a lot of us DC boys don’t actually see much of each other. We’re spread all over the place, all the way across the U.S. and even one lucky bastard across the pond in Germany. He tells us of that storied land of beer gardens… I digress. When an opportunity comes up to turn the pedals and/or crack the cans, we jump at it as a matter of course. Otherwise it’s all bits, bytes, and interwebs for us fucktards.

I don’t really even know why Cupcake was in my town. Kid’s on a walk-about or some shit. But, who cares. We were going mountain biking. And, that’s just OK with me.

Cupcake somehow managed to snap this pic of my ass as I was giving it what for on a climb. Yes, my cottage of wattage is supreme.

At some point in the day, Cuppy asked me if I had one bottle of anti-freeze and another with windshield washing fluid in it. I think I said yes. If I didn’t, I should have. I dunno. Shit works.

Check out my fucking luddite style bike. Rim brakes, rigid fork, and three piece XT cranks. My shit is old as fuck. OK, six years old. But, in mountain bike terms, that is pretty damn old.

But, you know what? It ain’t the bike. It’s my legs. And my legs ain’t got it. There was some walking involved. I’m not to proud to admit that.

Cupcake snapped this pic too. Yeah. It’s all about him, aint’ it? Fucking jerkoff.

You would hate it here. I know I do. Can’t wait to leave.

Well, that’s about it. I got three days of riding in last week. Two on the road bike, one on the single speed. My baby turned five and had a kick-ass Star Wars party. I really can’t complain. Except for the trails. They totally suck.

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