for two wheeled frolicking. However I am open to new experiences and will consider team play or more than two wheels at a time.

The good:
New rubbers
Two sets of gear
Intuitive routing experience
Not afraid to get dirty on back roads
Able to play nicely with others (No means no)
Can ride four hundred miles plus without stopping

The bad:
Owe back taxes
Not legal in Canada
Child of type A perfectionist
Limited "round the world" experience
Can only think about three things at a time; #1 sex, #2 motorcycles, #3 anything else

SERIOUS INQUIRIES ONLY!!!



Anyone interested please contact me privately

(Coons is not eligible unless he promises to leave the tomato beer behind)

Son, your problem with sleeping in a lawn chair around the fire originated NOT in the tasty chelada, but in the irish whiskey Kevin was serving. The beer probably saved you an even WORSE hangover.

I will gladly ride Butt Lite IIIII with you, provided you get all the bonuses on gravel roads for me. I'll give you my flag and you can go take the picture for me, or answer the question, OK? Plus, I can only sleep on my back, so that makes me the bottom...

[Wait - that's cheating?!? Who knew?]

Judging by what I've seen, Mr Petty needs to add a requirement for a roomy that saws logs that will wake the dead. Irish whiskey included!

there is a term for those, can't remember what it is.

But anyway

Is that a Lego model of a GS? It's hard to tell from the tiny photo, but that is what it looks like to me.

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Cheladas are the devil's work. There's no worse way to spoil a perfectly good beer than to mix it with a concoction of squeezed clams and tomatoes. Let this be a lesson to you Aaron, never to cross the beer gods again (or hang out with Coons).

Let it be noted, I tried for quite some time to direct said drunk in the direction of his campsite, before giving up and leaving him by the fire...

Chris, Chris, Chris. You really need to come to Mexico with us. They make what they call michelada in Batopilas and after a day of canyon riding there is nothing better. The Budwieser product is pretty close to the taste of the real thing. It must be good, cause I normally wouldn't be caught DEAD with anything near me that says Bud, or Miller, or Busch, or any of the rest of the crappy beers advertised during football games and (shudder) bubba car races.

Besides, I'm pretty sure Carrie liked them. She had at least one......

Our fridge is constantly stocked with evil Chelada's thanks to you Mr. Coon's.