As if getting my fat, old ass handed to me on every ride I go on isn’t enough, now my dog is punking me.
Riley now refuses to go into his crate in the morning. I tell him to get in the "house" and he just sits down at the doorway and stares at me. Layla the destroyer is safe in her crate curled up at the back sleeping. Riley on the other hand just sits there in front of the crate starring at me.I tell him to get in, and he stares me down.
It is as if he is saying, “screw you dude, I’m 8 years old- that's 56 in dog years. I don’t get into stuff, my days of garbage diving or gutting pillows days are far behind me. I’m gonna get up on that bed right over there, and I’m gonna sleep. You, you should go ahead and get your ass off to work.”
Frankly, I am weak, tired and slow. Fine Riley you win, I am so weak.
Bilson, JHIII, Rotten, Dennisbike, Monkey and I headed out for a little ride today. It was fun. 
A while ago there was a rumor that we were going to take out our kitchen and put in a new sauna. No truth to that rumor, although we have done our fair share of bike wrenching in our kitchen as of late.
Our world is a scary little place sometimes...
Frankly, I am weak, tired and slow. Fine Riley you win, I am so weak.Bilson, JHIII, Rotten, Dennisbike, Monkey and I headed out for a little ride today. It was fun. Monkey and I dropped off the main group for the final stretch. If you have ever ridden or taken part in an athletic event with your significant other for any extended period of time, you know sometimes the conversations in the heat of battle are less than civil.
Monkey and I had a couple of those exchanges today. In hindsight it's pretty funny. It was a very good ride. In the heat of the moment, I thought she had a bad attitude, she thought I was being an asshole. We were probably both right. Thankfully, it was all smiles as we crested Big Elk Chapel road and headed for home...
A while ago there was a rumor that we were going to take out our kitchen and put in a new sauna. No truth to that rumor, although we have done our fair share of bike wrenching in our kitchen as of late.
Our world is a scary little place sometimes...
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mark, riley should get run of the house if he's 8 years old! i bet he didn't tear anything up either. as long as i evercise my dogs, they don't tear shit up.
me and dominic have had a few exchanges while out riding. more than a few. sometimes we scare the people we're riding with. but it usually ends up ok.
kitchen sauna would be awesome, just sayin...
if you build it...THEY WILL COME.
Does, "I'm on your fat ass" during a mountain bike ride count as spousal abuse? I mean really...what I endure.
xo,
ROCK
....you probably tear more up in
the house than Riley!
Way to go Riley - it's about time!
you know, bry & i have scared a few people with our little exchanges...and really, i still stand by what i've always said...for us, it's a form of foreplay. we always end up feeling a lot better after one of those exchanges. it's a necessary evil, i guess.
ha!
I've been known to flip out on (out-of-my-league) rides.
"this is ridiculous. I'm gonna die. you're all a bunch of sadists and I hate you."
"seriously guys. don't try to be noble here. JUST FUCKING LEAVE ME ALREADY"
"oh, hey. how bout a little more fucking snow and ice on my BICYCLE ride, then maybe when we're done we can go ski on rocks and shit. assholes!"
etc.
oqui on the other hand...hahahaha
get him anywhere near a slabby climb and he starts wearing my skirts.
nope. we never fight during athletic outtings at all.
good times.
I, too, have been doing all my wrenching in the kitchen, despite promising to my SO, that this would cease once we moved into the new place with the basement... eek.
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