Harsh Words
Before today's race, a 164-kilometer race in the mountains, from St. Fleur to Figeac, I was chatting amiably with a couple of Spaniards. Suddenly I heard a crash behind me. Someone knocked my bicycle off its kickstand. I have grown fond of my little bicycle. When I find out who knocked over my bicycle, there will be trouble.
1 Comments:
like tumbler and tipsy days hopefully we will remain in high spirits. well, good day
December 25, 2005 at 3:17 PM
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