The plucky Heywood Jablome enjoyed an arousing flight here into LGA surrounded by the entire DePaul Women's Soccer Team. Moveitfred had trouble spotting Wood at baggage claim until he stared deep into the clutter of matching Blue Demoness sweats and saw Heywood parked in the middle, dialoging it up with several of the fleet-footed lasses.
After pulling Woody away from the giggling throng Moveitfred was able to fight the traffic back out here to the hitherlands and get settled in for the night.
This morning Heywood assembled the rad, single-speed, Steve Wrecks ghetto cross, and then Moveitfred took his guest out to Cathedral Pines for some cross-specific schooling out in the fields and deep, dark woods.
Wood managed to fahk up the rear hoop a bit on some of the challenging Long Island singletrack, but luckily Moveitfred was able to work a deal at the local shop and get Heywood back in business for the race in the a.m.
PS--Woody's gonna be cinching down the rear hub on the single-speed with a sketchy Ultegra quickie-release. Please send up a prayer tonight to your favorite Deity of Great Power for Wood.
4 comments:
Good luck @ the race!
P.S. Mr. Jablome- If you want to play soccer when you get home, keep your balls to yourself.
Mrs. Jablome has a way with words. Nice / pleasant but direct. Mrs. Bangorhard, on the other hand, typically says things like this when Al is away: "keep your dick in your pants or I'll tear it off."
Boys: that rear hoop looks like mine the last time Heywood was out. I think H is just bad luck.
BUT GOOD LUCK!!!
Meg sells it to the cheap seats.
Fahkin' hot and dusty. Meg had Heywood and Moveitfred spritzing her down on the run-up and serving her sparkling cider in the pit.
Overall Epic day. More of the same tomorrow.
Moveitfred only has this to say before collapsing from complete exhaustion:
Warm Belgian Shower.
More on that later...
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