weary of the bkb.

tried my hand at a wors race. due to my current state of the so called lack there of money, he decided to pay for me. I thought shit, can i seriously not take him up on this. so mark and i headed to eau claire the next morning bright and early. nerves were actually subsided while excitment took over. my two goals for the day was to not die and not to become paralized. easy right. yeah, so i thought too. I had a good group of fans.. luke, nicole, sketchy, rukus, jesse, mark and so one. it was nice they were planted all over the course. doing well in the first part of the pack till the single threw me every which way. my first big fall that at least comes to mind was when going on a steep down hill in the single track i flew over my bike, bike got wedged into two trees and i nailed the third one. response of viewer, "holy FUCK" "are you alright" my response while trying to unwedge my bike... *UCK". ahh my mom says its un lady like. I said i was pissed. lady like goes right out the door with that factor. i ended in the mist tent was soon handed a nice cold spotted cow. and so was my day. I then became a cheering fan for the lalonde bros and luke(on a cross bike nonetheless) dave corey and derek. Now the boys at the shop cant give me shit. my body proved i tried my damned hardest, my bike shows the love that it was given while heeved every which way. not enough food and too many beers. It was nice seeing the lalonde parents once again. and soon enough with the wedding coming up, which i havent gotten off for yet, but i think i may be "sick" those days. hmmm.

bachlor party headed way last night and mark is feeling the burn this morning. i guess that is what you get when you weigh 136 and have that many shots and beer. cheers to you jesse on your soon celebration.

AND WAY TO KILL IT BOYS. 1&3.