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so…. its quickly becoming apparent that I have two courses of action. Either I learn to keep the rubber part of the bicycle facing down, or I’m gonna have to start wearing one of those Life Alert necklaces with the button that calls an ambulance… and for those of you squinting and turning your head sidewise, no, thats not my ass. That sexy, creamy white flesh is my thigh… bask in the glory, few people get to see that much sexy in one day.

So, in the spirit of sharing, I took a page out of Wade’s book on Friday and decided to crash my bike. I was attempting a new riding technique where you continue forward motion, but in an inverted position where the bike is more or less riding you. While technically successful, I really feel it had mixed results…

ok. so, yeah. I did something cool today… despite the fact that there is a two part system to start the damn thing, consisting of one switch you have to slide with your thumb, and a trigger you then pull with your fingers, I somehow managed to turn the weed eater loose on myself. In the 3 nanoseconds it took the information to travel from my hand to my brain, that there was, in fact, something horribly wrong, I burrowed a nice hole in the top of my hand. Hooray! The damn thing is, despite my best efforts, I can’t imagine a scenario that would involve me having one hand on the handle of the weed eater, and the other hand in the splash zone… oh well, sadly, it’s probably not the dumbest thing I will do this week… Anyway, for your viewing pleasure, below is a picture of the idiot that was on the receiving end of an ass whooping from an electric weed eater. enjoy.

so…. yeah. some free advice. if you want to chop down a large cedar tree, your shoulder is not the right tool to use for that job. even if you are on a bike with a good head of steam. trust me on this one…