So you drive red, and I’ll drive black
Huzzah!
So, I’m home from a week of mild sun, too much wind, plenty of biking and not enough Easter at Sam’s. Who else knew Easter was next weekend anyway? Damn festivals.
Much hilarity ensued as Sam rode his new BMX for the first time after having traded in the mountain bike for a ridiculously small but undeniably sexy Red Line. Highlights included the epic ride with friends of Sam and another random BMX kid who could randomly pull flatlands tricks but not so much as a 180. Bizarre.
I’ll like, post some pictures and say something interesting if I can be arsed.
Blogs are hard.
