So yesterday at our frozen atlantartic tundra tuesday swoopty ride, we had a RAD DUDE BRO! show up to ride his ruckus with us again. FUCK.
So we all leave as fast as possible with him following a few minutes behind. As we get to our destination number 1, a broken watermain had spilt some water down the side which had promptly frozen. As I slow to pull in I hear a nice crunch and look behing me to see clint and his bike had slipped to their side and crashed on the ice. I pulled over to help and down the street, bobby, jeremie AND COLIN all fell on the same ice!
so then rad dude comes up as we're dusting off the snows and triple fishtail slams. nice one!
but still, how do you get away from klingers? just be mean?
The last guy we told to piss off promptly went home and tried to commit suicide by ODing on heroin. no joke. he survived and was found 50 hours later in his room in a coma and is in rehab now.