A year ago or so, rode bike.
my car's brakes had been declared terminally ill and, not to end up like the virgin's ayate peripheral Juan Diego but I asked Uri borrowed his bike and started rolling.
I beat both roll the bike until I joined the forum of bicitecas and every day I came as eight mails that forum. It was fun because we learned a technique to bullfight another car on the street, or giving tips on where to buy cheap equipment bike rack, or summoned to the country and shot well. Until one day, someone had pulled the pump Peje-wimp and the mother gave in because everyone started fighting.
As the subject had been diverted di me low.
managed Soon my car brakes, the rain started and stopped rolling. At the beginning it was re so get used to traffic and post the truth, comfort and laziness won.
to finish a good day scouring the bike was good enough to decompose on miramontes channel at midnight putting my life on the edge of danger. I got home and shoved the bike.
Now, months later and several more kilos of cheek, I decided to fix my bike to be reassembled on the streets of the city. They put new tires, the oiled, cleaned it, I put new batteries to light bulbs and smiled at the prospect of desencachetarme and sun myself a little.
Yesterday the rains began.
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