Deadly, mega, awesome, to the max. Me, the voices in me head and the little green fairy people that appear sometimes, set off from town. The tarmac was deadly, bone dry. The up Kilmashougue, Iâm pretty sure its after getting steep and longer since I was last up there, (1998, aprox) remembered why I stopped going up that way, told the little green fairy people to remind me not to do that again. In to miles and miles and miles and miles of Fergal track, its like single track, except with paint and has loads of fat people stuck in it, mega deadly awesome man. Except some goon put piles of rocks and sticks all over the places, grand for jumpin over, but then it occurred to me they were supposed to be things to make you turn and go a different way, but the little green people didnât like the look of the alternative so kept on jumpin over them, plus it was scaring the fat people. Then down the right of way, someday a granny will be killed on that track, then back on the tarmac for a titanic battle of wills with some punter on a road bike with Usher on his arse. Then back to work for a few more hours counting. Deadly awesome, to the max man.
Sean's mega deadly spin of loneliness
right on...we need more spin reports..especially funny ones