All around the world everywhere I go
No one understands me no one knows
What I'm trying to say
Everywhere I go no one understands me
They look at me when I talk to them
And they scratch their head
They go what's he trying to say
But you you speak my language
But you you speak my language
Yeah! Yes!
All around the world everywhere I go
No one understands me no one knows
What I'm trying to say
Even in my home town
My friends make me write it down
They look at me when I talk to them
And they shrug their shoulders
They go what's he talking about
But you you speak my language
But you you speak my language
Yes!
Peace
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BA ba... ba dida dida ba ba
That double sax rules.
Broken ribs suck ass. F###ing reinjurys worse than the first time.
Fixie cross bike #2 is no more.
WTF!! "Fixie cross bike #2 is no more."....Don't leave me hanging like that.....you fucker:) Do tell.
Peace
Lets just say when Abbott rode it for a bit at Sugar, he proclaimed "Holy toe overlap! Your crazy!"
Sandy looked at me the same way after I walked out and told her what happened. Fixie cross, no brakes, 49x20, Sugar Bottoms.
I admit I was overgeared a bit, so braking was not what it should have been, but it was riding pretty well.
Then I proceded to stack it into a tree while trying to avoid plowing into them when they stopped on a blind corner, which folded the headtube under. We now have wheel overlap. Cheap ass tiawanese frame anyhows.
The rib re-injury happened when I fell over in the liner on Sunday. Hanging out upside down in a tree Wednesday prolly didn't help things all that much either though.
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