It's no secret, I'm good in the slop. A mudder they call me. A favorite to win any race that's is cold and snotty. Unaffected by the cold and wet has its benefits, but riding in August is not one of them. Tired of watching others (seemingly unaffected by 95* temps) just float away, I'm gonna make a bold statement. I know I'm not gonna make anyone happy when I say I hope it rains at this years 40. I'm not talking about a little sprinkle here and there. I'm talking a category 3 (or better) hurricane. Ninety mph winds and horizontal rain would feel nice about now. Just close your eyes and think about it. You can keep your dry sunny days, I'll embrace the slop. Maybe, just maybe I'll get lucky...
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Maybe I'll get lucky....
As if the gods answered a prayer. As I launched my attack at Mohican it started to pour...
It's no secret, I'm good in the slop. A mudder they call me. A favorite to win any race that's is cold and snotty. Unaffected by the cold and wet has its benefits, but riding in August is not one of them. Tired of watching others (seemingly unaffected by 95* temps) just float away, I'm gonna make a bold statement. I know I'm not gonna make anyone happy when I say I hope it rains at this years 40. I'm not talking about a little sprinkle here and there. I'm talking a category 3 (or better) hurricane. Ninety mph winds and horizontal rain would feel nice about now. Just close your eyes and think about it. You can keep your dry sunny days, I'll embrace the slop. Maybe, just maybe I'll get lucky...
It's no secret, I'm good in the slop. A mudder they call me. A favorite to win any race that's is cold and snotty. Unaffected by the cold and wet has its benefits, but riding in August is not one of them. Tired of watching others (seemingly unaffected by 95* temps) just float away, I'm gonna make a bold statement. I know I'm not gonna make anyone happy when I say I hope it rains at this years 40. I'm not talking about a little sprinkle here and there. I'm talking a category 3 (or better) hurricane. Ninety mph winds and horizontal rain would feel nice about now. Just close your eyes and think about it. You can keep your dry sunny days, I'll embrace the slop. Maybe, just maybe I'll get lucky...
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I won't show up if I have to deal with that mud again!
ReplyDeleteYeah Baby!!!!!!
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