Story time
12-10-05 | 07:34 PM
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Storytime for ya folks…
So I get up to go for a ride this morning. I sit down to the table and start on a bowl of my usual Quaker Oats & Cherrios. Mmmmmmmmmmmm delectable! …Oops I probably shouldn’t have eaten so much. That’s okay, I can wait, it’s Saturday and it’s 15 degrees F outside anyway. 25 minutes later, “What’s that wife? ...stuff to do today?! Oh man, I’d better get a move on!” 19 degrees out now and I hop on the new
I’m feeling great! …Bike feels good, cold wind biting my face, toasty warm under the jacket, legs warm enough under the thermals + Thermafleece, and I found a good rhythm. Hey, I have a good idea, I’m feeling so good that I should take the shorter route, step it up a notch and really push myself. Close to home, I’m feeling a little weird, so when I reach the house finally, I’m right inside and
I’m completely drained of energy as I wobble out of the porcelain worshiping altar room and my kid looks up at me, and with that cute little 2yr old, ultra positive, voice behind a binky, says, “How da dit go Dad?”
…Love that kid.
So a very eventful morning for me and I loved every minute of it!
The End.
So I get up to go for a ride this morning. I sit down to the table and start on a bowl of my usual Quaker Oats & Cherrios. Mmmmmmmmmmmm delectable! …Oops I probably shouldn’t have eaten so much. That’s okay, I can wait, it’s Saturday and it’s 15 degrees F outside anyway. 25 minutes later, “What’s that wife? ...stuff to do today?! Oh man, I’d better get a move on!” 19 degrees out now and I hop on the new
I’m feeling great! …Bike feels good, cold wind biting my face, toasty warm under the jacket, legs warm enough under the thermals + Thermafleece, and I found a good rhythm. Hey, I have a good idea, I’m feeling so good that I should take the shorter route, step it up a notch and really push myself. Close to home, I’m feeling a little weird, so when I reach the house finally, I’m right inside and
I’m completely drained of energy as I wobble out of the porcelain worshiping altar room and my kid looks up at me, and with that cute little 2yr old, ultra positive, voice behind a binky, says, “How da dit go Dad?”
…Love that kid.So a very eventful morning for me and I loved every minute of it!
The End.
Last edited by theshoemaker; 10-16-06 at 01:16 AM.
12-10-05 | 10:58 PM
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Come on you reds!
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Bikes: Bikeless in NY, due to a few thugs. But I do own a Kestrel in Florida
Originally Posted by 55/Rad
I love a story with pictures.
55/Rad
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