dumping buckets

I’m sitting here in the dining room, (a shed addition to the side of out cape cod style house) listening to the rain pummel the ceiling. Drinking a beer. A ‘gansett tall boy to be specific. No Duvel for this cheap ass bastard. I’m not wasting my cash on some high falooting beer unless it is something like the Victory Storm King Imperial Stout. Now that stuff is a REAL beer. I’m drinking in honor of CTodd, can’t be at the Indy to buy him a beer so I just have to drink one in absentia.

The rain sounds awesome on this roof. Got the girls home just in time for the rain to really start in earnest. We actually had a bit of fun, taking the corners at mach 5, hard to tell if the back end kicked out but they girls thought that was a boat load of fun, begging me to go around the block one more time like that (yes I was certain that there were no other cars and the road was clear of people and obstacles), two monkeys swinging from the oh shit grips in the back seat of the wagon. Pretty funny.

We had a bunch of thunder roll through a bit ago as well. Haven’t seen/heard that in a while. Summer must be on its way. This is a solid drenching. And I’m thinking I should really take the Death Grips off and put something a bit more mud friendly on the adroit for Sunday, but heck, why bother. Not like it will make a difference, Brendan’s gonna school me silly just based on the technical sections alone.

I might have to dig out the trailer tomorrow if I’m going to try and get some riding in. Maybe a loaded trailer (55 pounds + snacks and water?) repeats up the squantum road would be good to do. 15-20% with 42x27 hauling a trailer sound good?

Good luck to the CTodd embarking on his big Spanish adventure and all that. Here’s another beer in your honor!

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