Bright sunny day…perfect riding weather! No problems waking up despite the few drinks we had last night. Amanda’s out like a light bulb…time to catch up on the ride report. Aphazia woke up shortly after I did and Amanda didn’t take long to follow suit. Amanda plopped right back on the couch…she might’ve had one too many last night. Couldn’t resist not to tease her a little bit for not knowing her limitations…a man’s got to know his limitations. The plan today was to place the tag we picked up last night; all the way to Montauk—way out east on Long Island. Aphazia and I whipped up a quick breakfast while Amanda was still recovering. Shortly after breakfast I felt the need for a little bowel movement (don’t worry, there’s a reason why I included this important piece of info), so off I went. Meanwhile, Amanda and Aphazia were warming up the bikes and right when I was walking out to the driveway it hit me—it hit me hard.
I started to feel really nauseous…to the point where I couldn’t hold it together. I was breaking out into a sweat; trying really hard to stay focused and will my body to recover. DARN IT MAN! PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER! The next thing you know…
I was a goner…somewhere in la la land. I felt so cozy tucked away in my warm blanket…
...starting to fade now...
...nighty night folks.
D.O.H.! What does that mean?
Delayed Onset Hangover.
Should’ve held poop in.
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