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| arachidonic acid, plump naked , weight loss plan, fat girls having sex , acids, obesity crisis, hardcore galleries plump rumps , monounsaturated fatty acids, clinically obese, fatwhite vampire blues, federal budget, counting calories, body -, cell, digital, | He and I were riding a goat trail coming down from Jacob’s Ladder, which is part of the Hog’s Hollow network. I had never ridden this descent before, and so was surprised when it suddenly terminated with a three foot dropoff jacuzzi onto a dirt road. I flipped over my handlebars and landed on my back. It hurt. A lot. Brad, naturally, took this opportunity jacuzzi to immediately begin laughing his head off. Without asking if I was OK. Without saying, “Sorry I didn’t warn you about how this trail ends.” Without jacuzzi any clue that several years later, I’d be tearing him a new one in the most public way I could imagine. Proper Crash Etiquette So, let this be a lesson to you. If you don’t follow the rules of Crash Etiquette, you may someday reap the consequences (Have I mentioned that this is the same Brad who bailed on his last lap when we were racing the 24 Hours of Moab as a 2-person team, and then didn’t even stick around to see me finish when I did his lap for him? |
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| From a height of probably five feet, I fell over the front of my bike. Ordinarily, I’d put my hands out to catch my fall, but this counting calories time I didn’t. I pulled my arms in toward my chest, and landed in a nice forward roll, finishing in a sitting position, astounded counting calories that I was not hurt counting calories even a tiny bit. I sat for a moment, stunned at my good fortune. Bob shouted, as I sat there, dropped his bike, and ran over. “Are you OK?” he asked. I admitted that to my amazement, I was just fine. Bob then started laughing, recounting how the fall looked from his perspective, describing the contributing factors to my crash, and how surprised he was that I hadn’t snapped a wrist on that fall. It was at this moment that I realized the reason I really like riding with Bob. He knows proper crash etiquette. And Then There’s Brad Bob’s behavior stands in marked contrast to how another friend of mine reacted after I crashed. Let’s just call him “Brad” (because his name is in fact actually Brad). |
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