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 thssssssllllsssssssttt - boom! |
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thssssssllllsssssssttt - boom! |
| Now some had been whining how a
track-skid ain't really a "Dead Baby enough"
burn-rubber slick-tire coaster brake skid, and some were
pointing out that there's really no good patch of
pavement anywhere close to the finish that's not
pot-holed, railroad crossed, or gravel coated. But PJ
insisted on making it happen, right up until the end when
he lost balance on some aforementioned crappy piece of
roadway (now puddle riddled, as well) and went to the
hospital with different sized pupils. But CS had his
back, as that's what babies do when others go down, and
may have pulled off some rubber-shredding rock-spitting
competition action. Staples and ND were claiming they won a few days later (after seizing the opportunity upon learning we had no idea). But that was Tuesday after a few Rainiers, so we can't really believem. This consensus (right>>) was arrived at at the boxing match. Pictures, anyone? |
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 RACE VIII |
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