THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKIN' ABOUT!

NOMAD, BASS, PROPHET, NOMAD, and SX TRAIL, Saturday morning, Ft. Pierce, Florida. Ride now. Yes, now. What are you waiting for? Planning on taking a nap and then watching a little TV? American Idol? Fox News? Sucez mes boules! And yes, I am gratuitously using the phrase "SOUCEZ MES BOULES" for no reason other than the petty little ego gratification I get from throwing around French curse phrases. Anyone who feels that use of such language is the refuge of rude, impertinent, unimaginative individuals devoid of sufficient intelligence to adequately express themselves without resorting to vulgarity can come over to my house to peruse my doctoral diploma. It is somewhere in box in my garage, I think, or, they can SOUCEZ MES BOULES!