Not like the workday or rest day mattered; it rained, mostly hard, all day long, and I couldn't have ridden anyhow. The roads were messier than a fart in a wetsuit.
Artist's Depiction: A Fart in a Wetsuit
Oh well. Can't have a good one every day. See y'all tomorrow, maybe down at Hains if the weather ain't too vile.
And here's something from regular reader Stephen to hold you over until a more interesting blog entry:
2 comments:
Hideous memories evoked by the picture there. You ever opened someone's drysuit zipper after a long sailing practice after they've been up all night pounding beers and eating Mexican food? The things are air tight, and farts fester in there all day. My brother used to burp the nexk seal every now and again, he claimed it provided a bit of a "pick me up."
Also, there are two types of people in the world - people who pee in their wetsuits and liars. You don't want to borrow my wetsuit. Ever.
No, can't say I ever have done that Chuck. Frankly the traditional parts of sailing life - Rum, Sodomy and the Lash - sound preferable to that.
Thanks for giving me a new item to put on my bucket list. No, not things to do before I "kick the bucket." Rather, things to do, where I should have a bucket handy before trying them.
jim
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