sometimes when I check in on my blog I'm surprised by what I have written. Those words and phrases came from my mind? like I spilled something on my shirt and been walking around all day with the dribble getting looks from the corner of your eye. yep, lack of sleep, beers before bed and an easy access to a key pad gives you a more un-edited view.
Work.
and my set of cross racing wheels from
JK's Rev WWorks made it into the scene:
and the mighty
"the Matt Weir" was down, living one year in one week, doomed by lack of sleep,... or brainstroming for his next bit
A photo from
Anthony, the might rav4, growling into a spot, getting me to junkyard cross.
my nog is held high, cheers, dlowe.
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