so, so, so wanting September to roll around so i can jump into that wicked little sport. me wantee the action, the grime, the squeals and butt clenchings.
the hops, the grunts, the obstacles.
the pure fun, the drunkin delights, the mad cat-calls, and gongs of glee, baby.
~ bring on the good stuff ~
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All this talk about SeaSlotter has me fantasizing about the free-wheeling joys of dirt riding ... and yes, dirt racing. I have to admit, road racing can sometimes get a wee bit snore-arific, you dig? And, even the crits can, at times, become a lil' bit predictable.
But the cross?
... achtung my lovelies ~
And, the vibe is so ... bellarific.
the vibe, baby ~ the vibe.