what was that? is that all there is? who is this? this is it.

Replying to Jimbo, who said...

I played rugby for the beer. Now I ride a bike for the beer. Especially, in late July, in the middle of a small Iowa town, with some of my bestest buddies, listening to live music, eating a porkchop, at 9 am. That is when life is perfect. 187 days...

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