Yeah; that's right Mother Nature, take that. Honestly, the audacity of that woman to go dumping thirty two degree rain all over my long days. You can take your 'severe weather advisory' and go shove it.
This one goes out to the white pick-up truck (and we all know what kind of people drive white pick-ups) who's wheel spray literally took me off the road and perched me high upon a snow bank. I tried to get the finger up in time for him to catch in the rear-view, but those Lobster Gloves weren't allowing it.
Lastly, to whoever drives those damn salt trucks up and down the roads all day. I just met my sodium needs for the next year and half over the course of one ride. These
clothes might as well be burned (or hung out at pasture in replacement of some farm animals salt block). Conditions like this make surfing look like a viable alternative for getting in the hours. I smell plane tickets.
Lastly, to whoever drives those damn salt trucks up and down the roads all day. I just met my sodium needs for the next year and half over the course of one ride. These clothes might as well be burned (or hung out at pasture in replacement of some farm animals salt block). Conditions like this make surfing look like a viable alternative for getting in the hours. I smell plane tickets.
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