I rode last night, as soon as the seventeenth flood of Noah let up a bit and thanks to "Real" fenders, I was nice and dry "Back There!" As the good Doctor pointed out in my previous entry, what good are fenders if they don't bloody cover the wheels!
A willing volunteer to numerous electric Kool-aid acid tests, including a trip to Ken Kesey's farm in the 70's, these days I am trying to find my behind with both hands on a daily basis.
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