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Discussion in 'The Lounge' started by Moosey, Jan 4, 2013.
Hey TNi, Glad to see you made it!
Sweet setup, keep us posted, and yeah - your sons look proud.
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Cool digs trail ninja. Glad you made it there safe. I think Ontario will miss you though.
I'll miss Ontario. I left my lady there.
I'm already rigged with all the tools I need courtesy of the Qualicum Beach Middle School Mountain Bike Club.
Can't you import your old lady?
It's a long story but I'm working on it. At the moment I'm living in my wife's house & my Lady is living in her husband's house. A year ago we were living together. Then I got cancer.
The rest of the story is really complicated.
The REST of the story is really complicated? You lost me at "It's"...
"... a long story."
A narrative that could take some time to tell due to the complication of the subject, or the long-windedness of the narrator.
They're cutting as fast as they can but they haven't got all my trails yet.
its weird for me to see trails like that
my local trails are so tight you cant fit a bar through some of the gaps
it almost looks easy
That is part of the middle school system. Designed for 8 year olds to learn to ride. There are harder sections but not much harder. I have other trails that would pucker your butt. One of them is named "Cut Yer Bars". Here's a sample. There is no ride-around.
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Here, fixed; super photochopped TN pic.
ya, roots on an uphill are a required element of any given 10 yards of trail around here.
Where are all my banana boat peeps at?
I've been letting stuff get in the way of my on-line time. And, when I do have a few minutes I've been trying to spend it over at the huckingkitty.
Same story here.
Unfortunately I just do not really care anymore. Was having some fun but could always spend my time doing more important things. Playing with the kids etc.
New startup gig here, back to 11-12 hours a day in the office.
I have a new girlfriend. Her name is Netflix.
This cold weather sucks. My car battery shlt the bed. WTF.
^^ How cold is it?
Why did you have it in your bed and what kind of crazy boudoir device requires a mother****ing car battery?
Ever seen American Psycho? Know that one scene? Yeah...
It's -2F out right now. As far as the battery. It was working the day before yesterday, go to start it today and nothing. I jump started it and that was fine till tonight. It's back to being dead. It's a yellow top optima which I've always run and never had a problem till today. I'm really pissed off since they are not cheap, I'll be going to store tomorrow to see what the fvck is up with it and see if it's under warranty. Bull sh.....
Do you like Phil Collins? I've been a big Genesis fan ever since the release of their 1980 album, Duke. Before that, I really didn't understand any of their work. Too artsy, too intellectual. It was on Duke where, uh, Phil Collins' presence became more apparent. I think Invisible Touch was the group's undisputed masterpiece. It's an epic meditation on intangibility. At the same time, it deepens and enriches the meaning of the preceding three albums. Christy, take off your robe. Listen to the brilliant ensemble playing of Banks, Collins and Rutherford. You can practically hear every nuance of every instrument. Sabrina, remove your dress. In terms of lyrical craftsmanship, the sheer songwriting, this album hits a new peak of professionalism. Sabrina, why don't you, uh, dance a little. Take the lyrics to Land of Confusion. In this song, Phil Collins addresses the problems of abusive political authority. In Too Deep is the most moving pop song of the 1980s, about monogamy and commitment. The song is extremely uplifting. Their lyrics are as positive and affirmative as, uh, anything I've heard in rock. Christy, get down on your knees so Sabrina can see your ass. Phil Collins' solo career seems to be more commercial and therefore more satisfying, in a narrower way. Especially songs like In the Air Tonight and, uh, Against All Odds. Sabrina, don't just stare at it, eat it. But I also think Phil Collins works best within the confines of the group, than as a solo artist, and I stress the word artist. This is Sussudio, a great, great song, a personal favorite.
Did you write this yourself? You make my mind get all whacked out reading that.
Well, he is from California, no?
Ever read the book American Psycho? Know that one scene? Yeah...
i need a coffee now too... that was some hard reading.... can't be him...
I only watch movies
when I read books I fall asleep
I have no idea how I made it through high school and college
^^ Not me, I'm just the opposite. I love to read, although I'm from a different generation, like b/w t.v., rotary phones, 19c/gallon gas.
Pretty typical in my experience. They're good until they're suddenly not. Seems like I've been hearing about declining quality of Optima batteries over the past few years.
Still pretty happy with my Optimas. Wish they made a motorcycle battery.
People are afraid to merge on freeways in Los Angeles. This is the first thing I hear when I come back to the city. Blair picks me up from LAX and mutters this under her breath as she drives up the onramp. She says, "People are afraid to merge on freeways in Los Angeles." Though that sentence shouldn't bother me, it stays in my mind for an uncomfortably long time. Nothing else seems to matter. Not the fact that I'm eighteen and it's December and the ride on the plane had been rough and the couple from Santa Barbara, who were sitting across from me in first class, had gotten pretty drunk. Not the mud that had splattered on the legs of my jeans, which felt kind of cold and loose, earlier that day at an airport in New Hampshire. Not the stain on the arm of the wrinkled, damp shirt I wear, a shirt which looked fresh and clean this morning. Not the tear on the neck of my gray argyle vest, which seems vaguely more eastern than before, especially next to Blair's clean tight jeans and her pale-blue shirt. All of this seems irrelevant next to that one sentence. It seems easier to hear that people are afraid to merge than "I'm pretty sure Muriel is anorexic" or the singer on the radio crying out about magnetic waves. Nothing else seems to matter to me but those ten words. Not the warm winds, which seem to propel the car down the empty asphalt freeway, or the faded smell of marijuana which still faintly permeates Blaire's car. All it comes down to is the fact that I'm a boy coming home for a month and meeting someone whom I haven't seen for four months and people are afraid to merge.
Okay... battery problem solved. Rode the bike down to the store with it in a pack, switched it for a new one; since it was under warranty. Now that's all good except having to re-do my stereo EQ and I didn't write down the presets I had before but that's all done too. Weather this week it supposed to be a little warmer which might motivate me to go riding on the trails, cause as of lately I've become a hermit.
this thread is worse rubbish than anything from PSP v2.0
This makes me want to snuggle you and try and change your mind. Believe it or not, most of us are ages 30-50. We didnt flee pinkbike
Sure had me fooled