Thanks to a progressively technical trail and a genuine lack of skill, I ate some Red Rocks shit while "mountain biking" a couple of weeks ago. I lived to tell about it and to bleed onto my sheets for a week (not in the virgin way, but how much fun would that be?). I could poke my finger partway into my knee -- kind of a new thing for me. So here we go...
Oh, dang!
And once more with a handicap parking space in the background for effect.
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