Jeremy McCreary
Bought it anyway
- Region
- USA
- City
- Carlsbad, CA
Unexcused absences will not be tolerated.Apologies for my lack of participation lately...![]()
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Unexcused absences will not be tolerated.Apologies for my lack of participation lately...![]()
Wait... am I supposed to apologize for my apology?Unexcused absences will not be tolerated.
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Personally, I'd rather have a wildly fabricated excuse.Wait... am I supposed to apologize for my apology?
The dog ate myPersonally, I'd rather have a wildly fabricated excuse.
In my experience, they lose interest in the ones who like the probes a little too much.I was abducted by aliens and probed for 2 weeks? Nah... they rejected me..
I suppose I should say the same thing.Apologies for my lack of participation lately...![]()
Awesome... take care of that gem mate!First time letting my daughter ride on the road from the park to home.
I could get my doctor to write me an excuse if necessary.I suppose I should say the same thing.
I've been riding, but haven't seen anything interesting to post. Season's winding down here now, so I likely won't have much in the near future.
I live vicariously through the pics others post though, so keep em' coming!

Cheers, could be worse... a LOT worse! Wiping out on that concrete sidewalk and smashing into the rails/barriers, or worse into traffic or over the side... I shudder to think...I sympathise with you Dave totally! I know what a good injury means... Get on well soon!
(As we Poles say "It will cure before your wedding!" Oh, shut up Stefan...)
This crash, was it yesterday?Which reminds me my hitting a helmeted head against a curb at 30 km/h on a race...
I'm glad Dave you came out without more severe injuries.
Although the inability to play the guitar is a punishment in itself!
To cheer you up, listen to the song about a bad day I sung alternately in Silesian and Polish. The Silesian part is dark and metallic (like their coal mines and steelworks). The Polish part is indeed bright!
The lyrics:
It's been a bad day today
My Mom was flattened by a steam roller
My Dad was bitten by a rabid dog
A jar of lard was stolen from the window sill!
F*ck my Mom!
F*ck my Father!
Stick the finger in the roller's exhaust tube!
But the lard
But the lard
But the lard -- F*CK! -- must be returned!
F*CK! - RETURN THE FAT!
It was the only true punk-rock song I've ever recorded! No Silesian person dared to sing "fock my Mom"LISTEN LOUD!!!
Hope your elbow heals soon. On the bright side, you can use that lump to delegitimize anything involved. Anything at all. That's the rule now.On the way back, heading down the hill on the South end of the Alex Fraser I misjudged a sharp corner and smashed my left elbow into the solid metal railing at 35kmh.
Cheers mate, saved for future reference. First up, work tomorrow!Hope your elbow heals soon. On the bright side, you can use that lump to delegitimize anything involved. Anything at all.
Just looking through your post, you could blame
o your son
o maps
o bridges
o Alex Frasier
o Komoot
o the number 14
o work
o commuting
o phones
o batteries
o lunch
o hills
o railings
o metal
o left
And you could so with the same sincerity, righteousness, vitriol, and high logical standards seen in our politicians.
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CAUTION!!! Watch for cracks 'n Crocs!