had a great fourth of july with four of my kids, my oldest boy , i wont go there, breaks my heart to see him go down a shitty road, like every one of us has done. why is it our kids refuse to see , and some do? (whats going through my fuqed up head) isnt this what blogging is about?
thinking of buying another bike, im obsessed with the thought og another bike in my carport, and of course, bigger and way meaner than my 9er. the ZX seems to be calling me, its a monster, but i feel a managable monster.
blog away my friends.