Just Right
Papa Gnome made it out on a ride today. The wind, nice. The Temps. Primo.
Felt good.
Mmmm, I rocked the standard to day hitting 3 peeps on the way round Schinultz and the local ups: dog food & what the fuck ever. They all go left right up down. Then I get to the blistery re-entry melt down at the end of it right before Schultz proper, and some fuck nut snuck three logs into the loam of the g’d out righty.
I’m a motherfucker jonesing to hug a tree just like the next brother. But wah’ts with anyone crying about skidding or who cares what else on a bike? Fuck it, your on a bike. You want to be a huck fuckwit, right on. Be that pussy that can’t ride up the hill if you want. And if I want to skid, fuck it. I’m going to have to stick it like I’m pissed off from time to time. Try to break something. And with everything else fucked up in the world, why ruin my opportunity to be creative in my own design away from others? You don’t want to skid?
Pussy.
Don’t ride there. If you don’t like there.
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