How Flesh Can Tear Apart Metal; Or, If Pooh were to Ride What would become of It?

These are Middle School Girls.
Watch them scrub.
Scrub Girls! Scrub!
Oh Happy Girls.
Were you in America,
You be fat and undubbed.
But in Jeju you Work,
With scraper and green quirt.
Your sword and sand,
Oh Happy Cleaning Land
Lucky for you You didn't See Pooh!
Never an American School Girl!



That was some terrible poetry but hey it took me two minutes to write soo ahhh well it should ahhhh

mmm sorry that was a bit vulgar but I like bunnies...

But there is a great and tragic flaw an a power of the flesh - not the mind - which destroys and tears steel over time and distance... It is mine own blood that drives mine great bulk and in turns fatigues the best Mavic wheels...


Is there anyone out there with a spare wheel I can borrow before I get a new one from the US? I just need a passable straight and training worthy front wheel ... I can even pay for the rental... Oh well I suppose I be getting a bit chubby for the next three weeks...