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Originally Posted by komohana
paradise is about....trade-offs i suppose...
i mean...i'm NEVER, EVER gonna have the 'where ya go'in' question to answer. i simply don't have a choice.
you get on the bike and ride 'away' from home...then turn around at some point or ride to the end of the road where you HAVE to turn around...and ride 'towards' home!
...the trade-off comes when i get to ride year round. i certainly understand why you love to ride when the season lets ya. dont know how you seasonal riders do it..(probably cuz...ya ain't got a choice..)
sorta like living in paradise huh?...  |
Never really thought about it. I usually know when I get there. Back in my younger days, when leaving the house my dad would ask that. My comments on more than a few occasions was something along the lines that when I am finished, I will be here at home.
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