the infamous stump farm opens tommorrow. or so i hear. we're goin. i dunno why, the the 'camp always seems to have some odd aura of controversy surrounding it. factions, if you will. a group that hates on the little gravel bits. a group that hates on the WORS race, rumblings and grumblings about this, that and the other. what the hell is that all about ?? no clue.
i dig the place. gretchen loves it. and while - in truth there is nothing all that crazy-hell specatucular about the place - a few of my mostest favorite moments on a mtn bike are when MK and i have been rocking the drop-bar 29er SS's in the groove, dead-dog tired, on lap 4 or 5 but not wanting to stop. i don't think i got that many laps in me for tomorrow, but this guy has got the legs on me fer shure, and i am looking for a come-to-jesus moment of some kind likely to painfully come my way. b-there-or-b-square, say i.
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While at Border's today I stumbled across this text which MK might find useful.
"The Naked Roommate: and 107 other issues you might run into in college."
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