blog in the style of hungover

Pulled the bob over to mikey's with a payload of 1 gas grill, 6 homebrews, 4 porks on a stick, 3 brats and a sleeping bag. it was -38 degrees wind chill so i was ready to camp out for the night. i started to sweat coming up from river road. 42x16 was a little stiff coming up from the river, on account of the heavy ass gas grill. i almost had to walk. i ended up not having to use the sleeping bag cause maria picked me up in the wagon. sweet. man, rollos are bad ass bikes. you can be a contenderin a skyway race, then 11/2 weeks later you can use the exact same bike to carry a gas grill to st paul. rad.

no appearance from the devil. i called him, but i'm not really sure what his deal was. it was hella hard to hear him. i'm sure he had a justifiable excuse. he was probably buying a 29er.

now it's 3pm, and i'm just starting to get over my hangover and i'm wearing all the clothes i wore on the ride to mikey's last night because our thermostat is set at 65, but try as it may all the furnace can manage is 52 degrees. i'm even wearing boots.

screech's downpour sounds more like kind of a trickle, but a consistant unending trickle. like a stream of urine. what? shut up.

i didn't sell the kona. it made me sad because i want to buy the 1x1 before the new color is out of stock. BUY MY BIKE!!!

Love,
Sideburnz