Riding with the faster guys was a rush. We were just barreling across the flats in the middle of the night rotating in and out of pulls. I am pretty sheepish to say that I would usually get up to the number 2 position and then have to peel out of it as I would start to fatigue before the guy in front of me gave me a turn. Everyone still thanked me for the pull on the way back though. Somewhere past the college I saw what I though was a rather large set of buttocks hanging out the window of a passing truck, down the road I realized that is what it was as someones support crew was mooning us as we cruised by, I guess they felt that since it was a new moon they would try and give us a full moon.
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Ass hanging out the window of a passing car? No. You don’t say… I wonder who I know that would do something like that?
fucking Bacardi.
Fuckin A Bacardi, every fucking year……
even when the guy isn’t supposed to be there…his ass still shows.
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The full moon was nothing compared to the banana handoff.