Tis the season for crashing
Hot on the heels of Jason doing his collarbone a week or two after starting to ride again, and my top-tube-denting, testicle-grazing crash last night, the Vancouver contingent must have been feeling a bit jealous. Or rather, to celebrate Laura getting a new bike, she fell off it. All those of you who don't like blood, look away now...
All those of you that do like blood, what are you? Vampires? Goth rockers?
All those of you that do like blood, what are you? Vampires? Goth rockers?
Mr Cushtie posted this at 5:30 pm
3 Comments:
I think I am in love with this woman. She looks way sexy, even all crashed-up.
Leave her alone, you crazy crustacean fancying mentalist. She's not for the likes of us uncivilised barbarians. She lives in Canadia, for a start
I would be willing to travel to another country to meet this woman. Time and space are meaningless in the world of true romance.
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