Really ... just really. I find a bike in Fort Worth. I arrange to pick it up Saturday morning. So, it FREAK'N decides it's gonna snow Friday night and Saturday morning in Fort Worth? Plans to ride it home are being scrapped. Back in my 20s, riding in snow with my legs serving as outriggers made sense somehow ... not so much since then. Heck, in my preteens and early teens when I had snow days ... my best riding friend and I had a standing date to hit the trails after we finished our shoveling gigs first snow day every year.
I'm whining 'cause part of the reason I live south of I10 in Texas is to avoid having my life crippled by SNOW! I like snow, but I prefer the type I have to take a plane ride to visit. I'll never understand living so far inland that you have to suffer wild ass weather on both ends of the thermometer.
Rant over ... Vape comment ... I dunno if I like this dripping business yet. I'ma need to get me on of those phat ass, dark skinned sista RDAs maybe. Test out that darker-the-berry saying and whut not. For my pasty white PIF brethren, the saying I grew up on was: the darker the berry, the sweeter the juice. And my darker sisters will remind you of that every chance they get. Anybody surmising that the blonde babe covering the p-pad in my propic might get pasty this time of year should know she was darker than me when I met her. She reminds me of that every time I make a crack about anything pasty. Back to dripping ... this Derringer clone must be an anomaly 'cause I don't see phat ass when I look at it, but it sure has me licking my lips. Guess rules need exceptions. My comments are delivered with much hoot intended. And before anyone asks ... all 4 of my grandparents were black and I am very black ... on the inside
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