Rather serendipitously a group ride broke out of my house Saturday morning.
Now, between you and me, I love having groups ride out of my house. It's always exciting to see who shows up, and as we roll out just seeing all the riders is just rad. Being surrounded my friends as we carve are way through fairhill is just awesome.
nothing warms the soul like a nice group ride.
except for maybe these geese crossing the road...
or the dogs wrestling...
or perhaps the Scottish Games...
yup, nothing warms the soul like a nice fun group ride except for geese, dogs, and the Scottish.
respect.
fm
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True story. My 5 year old son asked us at the dinner table on Thursday night, "Mommy, daddy, is Scottish another word for fighting?" Mommy - the English woman and still British citizen - "Um, well..." Me: "Damn straight."
If it's not Scottish... it's CRAP!
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