Well, the Catfish has officially entered the fray.
Urban legend..... to be sure my mud-lovin', creek-wallerin' friend.
I'm sure that soon, very soon, the CR will be rescued from it's dusty abode and taken out for a good romp. "Sweetie-pie" keeps repeatedly telling me that I should go, but I just can't bring myself to reconcile the idea of leaving her in that nice warm apartment to go meandering about in the woods with a bunch of overly flatulent cretins.
If it breaks 40 degrees, my testicles and I will be ready to go, rest assured.
It's on.....Sunday anyone?
Any of my fellow NTAC riders in for some freshly thawed dirt?
Will bIG lOU tear himself away from cleaning his bike and go riding?
Will BlueBlunder forecast the weather with his half present digit?
Is the cATfISH's bike faster with all that new "DEALERSHIP" exotica on it?
How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie roll pop?
The world may never know..........:)
(sorry I was laughing while I wrote this....uh..... I mean I was tryin' to work)