tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15450297.post114428582498979884..comments2023-10-06T12:28:53.197-04:00Comments on A Blog of Glup: Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03450461820984140022noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15450297.post-1144700622752381002006-04-10T16:23:00.000-04:002006-04-10T16:23:00.000-04:00Well, I'm glad you made it through the other side ...Well, I'm glad you made it through the other side of that'n. I should call you sometime. When are you home nowadays?<BR/><BR/>- JesseAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15450297.post-1144353020602768722006-04-06T15:50:00.000-04:002006-04-06T15:50:00.000-04:00Well, that went reasonably well, more on that late...Well, that went reasonably well, more on that later.<BR/><BR/>And it wasn't a cultural thing againt bicycles that kept me from doing it--it was personal. I hadn't had a bike that fit me this well since I was ten or eleven, I'm going to say, and thus had quite the negative vibes built up against 'em.<BR/><BR/>So eat my heart out? No need, since I've got one and there are plenty of places to use it here!Andrewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03450461820984140022noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15450297.post-1144347880553993692006-04-06T14:24:00.000-04:002006-04-06T14:24:00.000-04:00What can I say.. good luck? take care? hope you su...What can I say.. good luck? take care? hope you survive?<BR/><BR/>As to the bike.. would it be too rude to say: have a look down here and eat your heart out: we ride 'em here all the time!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com