Why we talk funny sometimes on the Thursday Night Ride
Here's a golden oldie that we talk about all the time, which somehow resurfaced this morning in my inbox.
Brutal, to be sure -- but it's truly astonishing that this kid stays conscious, much less lucent enough to pronounce the immortal words that are celebrated and repeated, like the Nicene Creed of my bike club:
Huck! Holy hucking shit!
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