I was cruisin’ down the boulevard after doing my Pony Express Sunday School book run and ride by his street. I’m thinkin’, hey, I’ll stop by and check in, just see what’s up and if he is going to church anywhere. Maybe he’s even playing the guitar since he is so good. Of course he’s there and very surprised to see me. Goes to church sometimes, still hasn’t found the magic one. And not playing the guitar, doesn’t have the opportunity. Um, let’s think about that.
So anyways, the engineer in him comes out and he decides that the bike is just too small for me. You know, being the bigjolly and all. Gets out a calculator and figures the weight ratios, once again coming to the conclusion that it’s just too small. I didn’t bother to tell him that I had done all of that prior to purchasing the bike and even asked JM what he thought since he used to have an 800. Nah, why waste my time.
Anal boy.
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