My nephew Ry wheelies down the railroad rampin Laramie, while his wife, Gretchen (below),
rides her beer-equipped townie.
Should be fun. The weather forecast is a good one, and my teammates tell me I’ve been selected to
ride the descent down Thompson Pass—not because I’m an especially skilled descender, but because they want no part of rolling down a mountain at more than 50 mph. In other words, I’m considered expendable.It’s as big an honor as being the FNG made to walk point in a combat zone. Yeah, I’m feelin’ the love.
Keep your eyes open, Charlie. Team Muschi Schmerzen is goin’ on patrol.
4 comments:
Ihr muschi verletzt? Warum tut es weh?
Ist Ihre Cross-Bar zu hoch?
Nein, Huber macht uns zu fahren, ohne viel zu reden.
I think you were chosen for the descent because the heavier you are the faster you descend. You look like the prime candidate.
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