guy in the wheelchair reminds me of me several years ago when i broke left leg and hip
When i was a kid i rode centuries and double metrics on bicycle. One nite me and a pint of quervo hopped on the bicycle and went lookin for a girl i knew. In her home city, about 45 miles away, leaving at 2 in the mornin. I made it 4 hours later, with my right side drippin blood from cheek bone to knee, and my bottle empty. Sucks to wreck with feet stirups. And the hottie, she wasnt home so I passed out on her porch so she'd find me in the mornin. Good thing I didnt break my bottle......
