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G has been doing well with the whole MTB thing. But I really coud not ride with him when he wanted to train as I had no proper MTB. But the bigger part of the picture is that I have spent too much money on his bikes that I could not afford to buy myself a proper MTB. Had an older road bike that was a nice bike, just a little outdated. Put it on the facebook and found someone that wanted to trade a nice older MTB for it. G and I rode trails last night. It was fun. A few observations from my first bike ride in a while. -Mountain bikes are fun. -Trails are way more fun that roads for hours on end. -I need gloves -full suspension is very dope. It makes things so much nicer. -going over the bars because of a stupid root hurts off road, but not nearly as much as on road. -i am out of shape.

This rock

Do they have real grocery stores near where you live? Good idea buying the used food. It will up your resistance to germs.

In case anyone is wondering, this is what I got.

This thread is awesome.

I am the one on the right-- looks like they were trying to cut me out of the picture. I believe they were selling children-- cheaper by the boxful. My cute brother got a box to himself.

Back when I played football.

I learned that there is a very reputable gun club within 15 minutes of me. I'm signed up for the safety and novice clay class on Thursday. I learned that of the three standard events, I really like sporting clays better than trap or skeet. My gift gun is not good for this but my old Charles Daley 12 gauge over/under probably is. I learned that one of my ultra running friends shoots skeet and he is going to take me to his favorite LGS that caters to the clay people. He thinks the man can help with my fitting. My stock has the ability to be altered. Pictures in next box. I learned that my dad is really excited. He called to see what I was planning. That is sweet. I learned one brother thinks he should have given me a Winchester not the Browning. I learned that I can transport my personal gun in my personal plane -- that is federally regulated. When we land and walk into the FBO it becomes the matter of the state. Apparently if the case is locked that is a good thing. This may be my dad shooting my new gun. Well it is definitely my dad but I am not sure it is the gun.

I love that you are gettin it done

What they want and what they get are two different things.

They started off fine. Blending into the fabric of society with polite songs like She Loves You and I Wanna Hold Your Hand. With success came insanity, drugs, and delusion. Rubber Soul was their bridge into sickness and they led England down a dark path from which she will never recover. Thankfully, in the US after the original euphoria subsided over the lads from Liverpool, we had great leaders like Mr. Nixon and Mr. Hoover that saved us from this pervasive disease to a large extent. We were not unscathed. Hippies, the fall of California, 2 future presidents, and Fleetwood Mac sprung from this evil. Some things would be missed. George Harrison's guitar reverberating over an ocean wave of sound for one. Priceless. Overall, the price for the totality of the Beatles was too steap. In the future, I hope all traces of the Beatles will be lost to the sands of time.

I think it's odd that when I saw the title of this thread I mostly expected to read that a root had punctured, blocked or otherwise compromised the main sewer line from your house. Going over the bars sounds better.

watch out for the WTF sections I bet G is happy and appreciates it he looks happy and, watch out for them WTF sections you're not @Dirtyhip

FB is bad. We are good. We are pasta with wonderful homemade sauce, FB is off-brand canned ravioli.

92 F and humid as hell when I left. 21.7 miles @ 16.5 avg on my usual city streets ride. My best average speed so far this year. In traffic. I'm 70 years old, I have a torn rotator cuff, and my back is a piece of shit!

Were you born without feet? #wideright

2.75 by foot.

You left it overnight in Filthydelphia? Did you call your insurance company yet or are you waiting to see what’s left?

With Dad's 1947 Kaiser, age about 3 I guess, so 1956 ish? With my first car 1971 With the last truck I owned before I escaped the owner operator game 1982. The whole fam damily around 1976. Me in the light blue jacket. No, that's not Burton Cummings front and centre, that's my younger bro.

It looks like at least half of the people here were hippies at some time. ?

Just saying Jerry rocks this heat..me not so much

12 hot 95° miles

As most Millennials will tell you, Facebook is for old people. Tom

Yes, but they are posting pictures of the food providing the place with free advertisement. So the server should be tipping them for all the added business they are providing.

Underwear?

Around 21 or 22 there...and she is now my wife.

They really lost me when most of their lyrics became about gangbangs and how much cooler they were than the other bands. Their near constant twerking was off-putting also, and their baggy jeans didn’t help. I blame Linda, primarily. I know it is fashionable to go after Yoko, but John’s mind was gone well before Strawberry Fields. Ringo got too interested in arm wrestling tournaments for his own good, and George was obsessed with one-upping Benny Hill. Tragic, really.

Dottie is transitioning into a respectable forumite. The decision to leave Facebook will speed up this process and lead to happiness.

She would annoy you in short order.

He had to overcome a lot as a footless kicker.

About 6 1/2 on the Hei Hei. The new tires are a ton better for sand.

Gym night but no running or bike as my knee is kinda achy from the biff last Tuesday.

6 miles on the commute. 95 here, too. Wind shifted for an incoming front so I had headwind both ways.

The Three Amigos. Me and my brothers. I am the ugly one. We are dressed funny. My brother on the left appears to be doing his Elvis impression.

During my wilder days. With my parents in 1961. Fifth Grade. Last one. Wedding day, 6/4/1983.

I am in there And in at least one of these 1984ish, 21st birthday party. My current boss and me are in there. I think this is our 10 year high school reunion

The 4 stages of life

Probably should have posted this yesterday for Father's Day. Didn't realize I was in the truck until I cleaned up an old B&W. Based on season, was about 3 (or 4 in July) , and dad would have died a few months later in November. Might be a year earlier, 2 turning 3, but don't think so.

I have so many old photos that need to be scanned and VHS videos that need to be digitized (I have a refurbished Magnavox DVD and VHS player recorder that does a great job converting VHS to DVD - which can then be saved as a digital file with freebie ripping software. I also have a nice 11" x 14" flatbed scanner. Maybe that will be a summer project. A cousin just sent me this photo which is my mother holding my cousin Phyllis (who went on to become VP of a large pharma company then mayor of a small NJ town) with me on the right, almost surely 4 years-old (based on Phyllis's tiny size) probably around Christmas 1954. I snapped a quick phone camera shot of the photograph in order to put it here and got most of it: The oldest other digital one I have as a jpg is of my father in the hat and me at Wild Bill Hickock's and Calamity Jane's graves (at left) at Deadwood, SD when I was 40 in July, 1991. It was a great trip. We knew my dad was dying of cancer, felt ok in the Summer of '91 and we decided he and I would spend two weeks exploring South Dakota, Wyoming, and Montana including the Badlands National Park, Mt. Rushmore, Crazy Horse Memorial, Bear Butte State Park (where we witnessed Native American Great Spirit rituals), Custer State Park (Buffalo!), Fort Meade (7th Cavalry Home), the Mammotb Site, Deadwood, the Broken Boot Gold Mine in Lead, SD, Devil's Tower, Little Bighorn Battlefield, and Yellowstone National Park. We stumbled on a Rodeo in Sheridan, Wyoming - the first we'd ever seen. Dad was up for it all, experienced it all, and had no problems with health: the cemetery below is up on a hill. He died the following April! Those are buffalo behind him in the close-up. If you look at the picture with the wild burro (who was begging for more of the crackers we fed him), you'll see his left hand only has a thumb and index finger. The rest was lost near Anzio, in 1944, as a platoon sergeant in Darby's Rangers.

My first non hand me down bike!

Not that old, I think I was around 35 yrs. 2nd one is highly valuable. It is the only photo of my mother in Canada in cheongsam dress and her lst baby --me. Given the spirit, it is heirloom...and I'm still cycling folks, it's only 21st century now. WE lived in a town of 1,000 people in southern Ontario. The other Asians in community were my great uncle and aunt who sponsored my father to immigrate. They had at that time 5 children (before it totalled to 7 children.) My cousin was most likely the first French language teacher of Asian descent in the primary school system in her southern Ontario county.

47 not as hot, humid, headwind miles as yesterday on the Katy Trail. Took it easy today.

I use it primarily for dick pics.