The Chief has reported a big Saturday for Heckawee! Heckawee was split all over the great lands doing only what Heckawee does best. First, the most important news is that Grand Puba Molteni is now not only a chick magnet in lycra but also a chick magnet in baggie shorts: he's the proud owner of a Fisher 29er, brahs! Congrats, Molteni, now cancel your hair appointments and get damn thing dirty for jesus-fucks sake.A big Heckawee chant goes out to D Mull for acquiring a Lightspeed MTB to punish anyone looking for a fight.
The Chief had to drive his lovely valentine, Nurse Shirley, to St. Louis so that she could escape for some of Nurse-Shirley-Training-Camp time in the desert. So the Chief, being the good happytimes Chief that he is, skips an afternoon at Larry Flynt's and opts to triplelyze the snowy Katy Trail in search of eight dollar glasses of chambourcin. All reports indicate this was a success!
Working stiffs, Guapo & Chump, woke up (in their separate residences), had coffee (different blends in different kitchens), and buckshotted straight up to Jerusalem and into the snowy Pine Hills and on over for a Dixie sandwich... And back home the lonely road fueled on on bood-light dreams.
And the best news of all: Coach is most definitely back into his routines and will represent the Cleveland Browns well in LA as the first member of the LA Browns fanclub and cyclocross racer. Go Browns. Go Coach.
And the best news of all: Coach is most definitely back into his routines and will represent the Cleveland Browns well in LA as the first member of the LA Browns fanclub and cyclocross racer. Go Browns. Go Coach.
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