As if family life, work, racing, trying to keep my bikes running and keep the stem tight on my "new to me!" SS MTB, annnnnd working on the damn creaky house (new bathroom! new closet! new living room!) weren't enough, I now discover (rather late) that the comments are being spammed by creepy car salescreeps and creepy asian porn Creepy McCreepsters.
Thanks creeptards. Begone!
2 am talks.. - It was 1997, I was in the USAF, stationed state side, and my mom came to visit me for a few days (I was her favorite child, my siblings know this deep down...
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