Today as I was doing sick barrel rolls on my rocket bike a very interesting thing happened. In mid barrel roll, a position often referred to as “upside down” by those who are prominent in the sport, my mind started wondering. Now the rocket bike always requires your full attention. Everyone knows you don’t rocket bike unless you are completely sober, be it emotionally, spiritually or even physically sober. They are harsh mistresses and can be as deadly as a cobra/grizzly bear hybrid, however when treated right they give more than they take.
As I flew gracefully through the air my mind started thinking about other things, mainly about the rising minimum wage, I land the rocket bike perfectly. Almost as if the thunderous beast of awesome is an extension of me. It has become my legs; I am one with the rocket bike (this might also be partially because my pants melted to the bike). I went on to shatter a few records today, but I’m not in it for the glory.
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