tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094176709529713758.post928014540575535708..comments2024-02-12T19:55:20.018-08:00Comments on 26InchSlicks: Playing The FieldUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094176709529713758.post-15838354935223780742009-05-02T11:22:00.000-07:002009-05-02T11:22:00.000-07:00As we all know, there can't be "the one" when it c...As we all know, there can't be "the one" when it comes to bikes. There might(!) be a maximum number, but it sure ain't one.<br /><br />JerryAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094176709529713758.post-86036258166198511442009-04-30T23:09:00.000-07:002009-04-30T23:09:00.000-07:00Jacque, thanks for injecting a little logic. I've...Jacque, thanks for injecting a little logic. I've "corrected" my post.<br /><br />Hank, like John said, bike love is a beautiful thing. In a Jack Nicholson/Shelly Duvall kind of way.<br /><br />John, that was a way fun ride and one of my best memories of this winter.<br /><br />Anon, life is short - damn the critics, ride the race bike.Pat Shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05348722701872187949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094176709529713758.post-59905874631912201672009-04-30T22:06:00.000-07:002009-04-30T22:06:00.000-07:00One the one hand, you're creeping me out. But on ...One the one hand, you're creeping me out. But on the other hand, not only do you have other fingers, but I've kinda done the same thing with my commuter, my training bike, and my race bike. Winter = 100% commuter bike. Spring rain was 50/50. And now it's really hard to ride the commuter to work when I'd rather be on my race bike. I kind of feel like a dork riding a +$2K bike 4.5 miles to work and back...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094176709529713758.post-49696752164584844492009-04-30T10:23:00.000-07:002009-04-30T10:23:00.000-07:00Hank, I've seen this monkey rock Pat's world. It's...Hank, I've seen this monkey rock Pat's world. It's a beautiful thing. The <A HREF="http://26inchslicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/breakfast-of-champions.html" REL="nofollow">monkey puts out</A>.John Spearehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07187638368645707099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094176709529713758.post-77475104482679440182009-04-30T05:59:00.000-07:002009-04-30T05:59:00.000-07:00"I love you, Monkey."?
"I love you more."?
Yep, i..."I love you, Monkey."?<br />"I love you more."?<br /><br />Yep, it must've been a long winter.Hank Greerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15243840232233423724noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094176709529713758.post-77767378686366299242009-04-30T04:25:00.000-07:002009-04-30T04:25:00.000-07:00Pat Pat Pat. I would think you would know better ...Pat Pat Pat. I would think you would know better to call a loved one "overweight". You should show the chosen one how much you love it buy going to the store and putting a six-pack of beer in the dork basket (DB) and then riding home.<br /><br />I'm *sure* you/the Monkey will receive a bunch of whistles and wolf calls. <br /><br />I'd probably bat my eyelashes at it and feint.Jacque Hendrixhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12047347130309840944noreply@blogger.com