I set this up for my dear husband because I was tired of him and his friends taking over my c-box.
Check in once in a while -- the contributors are some really exciting middle-aged guys (and one guy's wife), leading really exciting lives here in the desert southwest. Find out how Pete Falcon, the blog's resident superhero, creamed his shin last fall. Poor Mildred Wilson broke her tongue -- don't miss her story. And be sure to hear George's list of pet peeves regarding other drivers. Pants Armstrong, well, he's just a different kind of guy. His idea of a thrill is to ride miles of pavement. Monocogman is the only Real Man on the team.
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Speaking for Pants Armstrong and myself, we are highly offended about that comment of Monocogman being the only Real Man. We both quite easily can cycle circles around him in the hills.
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