I gave Cupcake the brush-off due to a conference call yesterday and then saw him on the trail as the day was disappearing into dusk. I was riding back to town with Paul Mac whom I ran into quite coincidentally. The shock on Cupcake’s face was visceral and pained. That will teach him to push me over while I’m clipped into a pedal. Still, I wish he would stop all this calling and texting, the whining and crying.
You would think the man has never been dumped before.
It is true. I think this blog format is starting to ride a little tight across my shoulders, but I don’t have a better option. The whole situation is a nice allegory for the local mtb advocacy movement.
Sometimes sucky friends are better than no friends at all.
I don’t mean you all, it is just a metaphor. As long as I’m trotting out the tired metaphors when it comes to the Bigringcircus I have decided to just keep twirling the date which brung me to the dance.
Who’s riding today?