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·Gone Cycle Riding
Saturday morning I got up early, put on my long johns, dressed quietly, slipped quietly into the garage to uncover my Goldwing, and proceeded to drive into a torrential downpour.
There was snow mixed with the rain and the wind was blowing 50 mph so I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that the weather would be bad throughout the day.
I went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back into bed.
There I cuddled up to my wife's back, now with a different anticipation and whispered, "The weather out there is terrible."
She sleepily replied, "Can you believe my stupid husband is out riding in that sh!t?"
Saturday morning I got up early, put on my long johns, dressed quietly, slipped quietly into the garage to uncover my Goldwing, and proceeded to drive into a torrential downpour.
There was snow mixed with the rain and the wind was blowing 50 mph so I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that the weather would be bad throughout the day.
I went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back into bed.
There I cuddled up to my wife's back, now with a different anticipation and whispered, "The weather out there is terrible."
She sleepily replied, "Can you believe my stupid husband is out riding in that sh!t?"
4: :excited: :a13: :bow:
