Hillbilly Hygiene

I like having shaved legs.
I do not like shaving my legs.
I tend to hack them up, I bleed for a while, I don't like or feel good about having the water running the whole time I'm shaving, I've tried dry shaving and it hurts worse.

When I first started USCF racing in '87 I waited until I was a cat III to attempt the big shave. I had a tub full of red water by the time that was done, but I sure did like the feeling of clean sheets and freshly shorn legs!

Last year I stopped shaving before the start of Cross, and I didn't shave them again until recently.

Now I've got a much better system. A system that I enjoy and can feel good about.
A hose, a bucket, and a dull razor are all I need-

Look at that style, water conservation, and pure happiness!

Still for sale!

Bid early,

Bid often-
24 Hours of Big Bear

Just a pleasant reminder.

Just last week

I was still complaining of the heat.

And now it's freakin' 46°!
Ackkk.

Went from shorts and no-sleeves to knickers and multiple long sleeve thingys in a matter of days.
That's just not right.
Nope.

"Boy my bones ache"

Were the last things I remembered upon laying down on the couch after finally getting home from the WVU 6 Hours of Big Bear.
"Why am I on the couch and what day is it?"
Were the first thoughts upon awakening. It took about two minutes to figure it all out.

Wrecked from a silly little 6 Hour race.
But oh what fun, and how well Betsy and I did!

Mixed Duo Team, racing SS, and a 15 minute flat change on lap 1.
My the end of the 6 hours we had crawled and stomped our way to 2nd place overall, having only a College Boy team beat us.
It was a pretty fun day.
Too cold perhaps and the start was too early. But it was fun.

Wrecking oneself is fun.

Paperwork

It's a neccesary evil I suppose,

Sometimes I have my shite together, sometimes not very close.
Today was a day that it wasn't.

Just trying to get it done before... more 24 watching!!!

And no, I have no room in the study, cause it's ahh... worse. :(
Crap.

Nails.

The more we watch 24, the more bits of nails I find around.

Of course I eat my nails like a normal sod, so they must be someone else's...
But no one has nails left here anymore.

24

Is taking all our time.
Attention.
Thought.
Life.

We eat, sleep, think, just like our comrades at CTU.
It's awful.
But we can't walk away now, we're in too deep.

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