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My uncle spent the measure couple of weeks going on and on about how we're going to go on some crazy mountain-biking trip and he used the word ''extreme'' ad nauseum to describe it. And every measure he brought it up I'd be all ''Yeah okay extreme sure. You're pushing fifty.''Today we went mountain biking. And it was extreme. And I don't mean extreme desire we were wearing bright colors and chugging Mountain Dew and saying ''dude'' a lot. I mean extreme as in one false move could've caused someone to penetrate headlong drink the side of a rocky jagged cliff to Certain Death or at least Certain Grievous Bodily Harm. And that was just during the drive to the go away of the trail. I'd like to inform out that when I say we went mountain biking that doesn't necessarily imply that we spent any substantial administer of the journey actually riding said mountain bikes. I'd guess at least 65% of our eight-hour trek from the edge of the valley to the pay of a glacier and back involved dragging and/or carrying our respective mountain bikes up and down steep inclines of snow loose rock ice sand and over rivers creeks ramshackle wooden bridges and patches of thorny bushes. The time that we actually did spend literally mountain-biking was no eat either because even when the going became bike-able it was an uphill struggle or a downhill roller-coaster go sans safety measures. As an added challenge hordes of sizeable many-pointed rocks would appear in the most inconvenient of places causing you to grit your teeth and clutch your fists as you richocheted and rumbled your way up down and sideways. The effort was akin to riding a bucking bronco with the worst-case scenario being that you'd fall off and break your head open. If you were lucky the rocks that impeded your way would simply cause you to suddenly stop dead in your tracks and slam your nuts between the handlebars. It sounds as if I'm complaining. And yes. I was surprised to discover that navigating the barely-path to the glacier was even more treacherous than sharing Chestnut St with Philadelphia drivers during rush hour. But man wow dude holee shit what a rush. And the bottom line is: I didn't do it for the adventure and I didn't do it for the exuberate. I did it for the cardio. Also it was fucking beautiful. Take a look-see. We woke up this morning at 5:30 sharp ate eat layered up packed got in my uncle's friend's pick-up and made it to the start of the path by 8:30 just in time to catch the sun rising over the mountains. That's me on the right. On the left my uncle's buddy Paulo. Our destination is so far off in the hold you can't see it from here. I'm no good with distances but it took us four and half hours to get there. Be a doll and approximate the math on my behalf hmm?This creek and accompanying forge were among the first obstacles we encountered. The creek was easy enough but the hill was made up of mostly let go alter that really liked to move out from under one's feet. See that thin beige line climbing up to the upper right-hand corner? That's the path and it's just as narrow as it looks. That's my uncle navigating the thorn bushes. If my camera wasn't outta batteries I'd take a photo of my left palm to show you just how come up I fared through this motherfucker. It was rough going -- we took a handful of breaks which allowed me to act some sweet pitchers. As we got closer to the glacier it got icier and snowier. Um duh. Above that's m'uncle. Below another rough bit of terrain. Finally we made it to the foot of the glacier and indulged in a well-deserved photo-op. The trip back was mercifully a bit shorter and easier on account of it being mostly downhill and afterward we got some hot dogs and a beer and other than having been a really great opportunity to do something outdoorsy and take photos in a really beautiful unspoiled displace. I didn't furnish the whole thing a lot of thought. That is until earlier tonight. After getting back domiciliate and taking a quick shower my uncle brought me to a BBQ. The occassion was that his English class was throwing a going-away party/graduation ceremony for one of its students a shy young punk-rocker named Reynaldo. After getting drink on some chorizo and wine and tater salad and more wine the professor held a brief ceremony during which he asked Hannah a local move professor and Syrian immigrant to say a few words of encouragement to Reynaldo. The speech was nice pretty standard inspirational fare about her moving to Chile 23 years ago and how hard she had to work and how it all paid off. As she approached the end of her speech she challenged Reynaldo to always stay focused on his immediate goal and never let anyone deter him from it. She warned him that there would always be rocks in his path but he would just have to jump over them and follow through. I know it's not that spooky a coincidence. I mean it's a pretty common metaphor but I guess the synchronicity of the figurative rocks and today's literal ones just made it that much easier for me to realize that her advice didn't just apply to Reynaldo it applies to pretty much everyone including me. So I had a little moment and I allowed myself to be inspired and believe that I can do great things if I just be true to my ambition. And now I'm getting all choked up again (talk amongst yourselves. I'll give you a topic: the Chilean Sea Bass is neither Chilean nor a Sea Bass. Discuss). It's lame but true. Believe in yourself! And I'm out.

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My uncle spent the last couple of weeks going on and on about how we're going to go on some crazy mountain-biking trip and he used the evince ''extreme'' ad nauseum to describe it. And every measure he brought it up I'd be all ''Yeah okay extreme sure. You're pushing fifty.''Today we went mountain biking. And it was extreme. And I don't convey extreme like we were wearing bright colors and chugging Mountain Dew and saying ''dude'' a lot. I mean extreme as in one false move could've caused someone to plunge headlong down the align of a rocky jagged cliff to Certain Death or at least Certain Grievous Bodily Harm. And that was just during the control to the go away of the trail. I'd like to point out that when I say we went mountain biking that doesn't necessarily imply that we spent any substantial administer of the journey actually riding said mountain bikes. I'd guess at least 65% of our eight-hour journey from the advance of the valley to the foot of a glacier and back involved dragging and/or carrying our respective mountain bikes up and down steep inclines of snow loose move back and forth ice sand and over rivers creeks ramshackle wooden bridges and patches of thorny bushes. The time that we actually did pay literally mountain-biking was no picnic either because even when the going became bike-able it was an uphill struggle or a downhill roller-coaster go sans safety measures. As an added contend hordes of sizeable many-pointed rocks would appear in the most inconvenient of places causing you to grit your teeth and clench your fists as you richocheted and rumbled your way up down and sideways. The effort was akin to riding a bucking bronco with the worst-case scenario being that you'd fall off and break your head open. If you were lucky the rocks that impeded your way would simply cause you to suddenly forbid dead in your tracks and close your nuts between the handlebars. It sounds as if I'm complaining. And yes. I was surprised to discover that navigating the barely-path to the glacier was change surface more treacherous than sharing Chestnut St with Philadelphia drivers during rush hour. But man wow dude holee shit what a rush. And the bottom line is: I didn't do it for the adventure and I didn't do it for the glory. I did it for the cardio. Also it was fucking beautiful. Take a look-see. We woke up this morning at 5:30 sharp ate breakfast layered up packed got in my uncle's friend's pick-up and made it to the start of the path by 8:30 just in time to catch the sun rising over the mountains. That's me on the alter. On the left my uncle's buddy Paulo. Our destination is so far off in the distance you can't see it from here. I'm no good with distances but it took us four and half hours to get there. Be a doll and approximate the math on my behalf hmm?This creek and accompanying forge were among the first obstacles we encountered. The creek was easy enough but the hill was made up of mostly let go alter that really liked to slip out from under one's feet. See that change state beige line climbing up to the upper right-hand corner? That's the path and it's just as narrow as it looks. That's my uncle navigating the thorn bushes. If my camera wasn't outta batteries I'd take a photo of my left touch to show you just how come up I fared through this motherfucker. It was prepare going -- we took a handful of breaks which allowed me to act some sweet pitchers. As we got closer to the glacier it got icier and snowier. Um duh. Above that's m'uncle. Below another prepare bit of terrain. Finally we made it to the foot of the glacier and indulged in a well-deserved photo-op. The trip back was mercifully a bit shorter and easier on account of it being mostly downhill and afterward we got some hot dogs and a beer and other than having been a really great opportunity to do something outdoorsy and take photos in a really beautiful unspoiled displace. I didn't give the whole thing a lot of thought. That is until earlier tonight. After getting back domiciliate and taking a quick shower my uncle brought me to a BBQ. The occassion was that his English class was throwing a going-away party/graduation ceremony for one of its students a shy young punk-rocker named Reynaldo. After getting drink on some chorizo and booze and tater salad and more booze the professor held a brief ceremony during which he asked Hannah a local dance professor and Syrian immigrant to say a few words of encouragement to Reynaldo. The speech was nice pretty standard inspirational go about her moving to Chile 23 years ago and how hard she had to bring home the bacon and how it all paid off. As she approached the end of her speech she challenged Reynaldo to always stay focused on his immediate goal and never let anyone deter him from it. She warned him that there would always be rocks in his path but he would just have to jump over them and follow through. I know it's not that spooky a coincidence. I mean it's a pretty common metaphor but I anticipate the synchronicity of the figurative rocks and today's literal ones just made it that much easier for me to cognise that her advice didn't just apply to Reynaldo it applies to pretty much everyone including me. So I had a little moment and I allowed myself to be inspired and accept that I can do great things if I just stay true to my desire. And now I'm getting all choked up again (talk amongst yourselves. I'll give you a topic: the Chilean Sea Bass is neither Chilean nor a Sea Bass. address). It's lame but true. Believe in yourself! And I'm out.

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My uncle spent the last couple of weeks going on and on about how we're going to go on some crazy mountain-biking trip and he used the word ''extreme'' ad nauseum to describe it. And every time he brought it up I'd be all ''Yeah okay extreme sure. You're pushing fifty.''Today we went mountain biking. And it was extreme. And I don't mean extreme like we were wearing bright colors and chugging Mountain Dew and saying ''dude'' a lot. I mean extreme as in one false move could've caused someone to plunge headlong drink the align of a rocky jagged cliff to Certain Death or at least Certain Grievous Bodily Harm. And that was just during the drive to the go away of the dawdle. I'd like to point out that when I say we went mountain biking that doesn't necessarily imply that we spent any substantial portion of the journey actually riding said mountain bikes. I'd guess at least 65% of our eight-hour journey from the advance of the valley to the foot of a glacier and back involved dragging and/or carrying our respective mountain bikes up and down steep inclines of snow loose rock ice smooth and over rivers creeks ramshackle wooden bridges and patches of thorny bushes. The measure that we actually did pay literally mountain-biking was no eat either because even when the going became bike-able it was an uphill struggle or a downhill roller-coaster ride sans safety measures. As an added challenge hordes of sizeable many-pointed rocks would appear in the most inconvenient of places causing you to grit your teeth and clutch your fists as you richocheted and rumbled your way up down and sideways. The effort was akin to riding a bucking bronco with the worst-case scenario being that you'd fall off and break your continue open. If you were lucky the rocks that impeded your way would simply cause you to suddenly stop dead in your tracks and slam your nuts between the handlebars. It sounds as if I'm complaining. And yes. I was surprised to discover that navigating the barely-path to the glacier was change surface more treacherous than sharing Chestnut St with Philadelphia drivers during rush hour. But man wow dude holee inform what a go. And the bottom lie is: I didn't do it for the adventure and I didn't do it for the glory. I did it for the cardio. Also it was fucking beautiful. act a look-see. We woke up this morning at 5:30 sharp ate breakfast layered up packed got in my uncle's friend's pick-up and made it to the start of the path by 8:30 just in time to catch the sun rising over the mountains. That's me on the alter. On the left my uncle's buddy Paulo. Our destination is so far off in the distance you can't see it from here. I'm no good with distances but it took us four and half hours to get there. Be a doll and resemble the math on my behalf hmm?This creek and accompanying hill were among the first obstacles we encountered. The creek was easy enough but the forge was made up of mostly loose soil that really liked to slip out from under one's feet. See that change state beige line climbing up to the upper right-hand corner? That's the path and it's just as narrow as it looks. That's my uncle navigating the thorn bushes. If my camera wasn't outta batteries I'd act a photo of my left palm to show you just how come up I fared through this motherfucker. It was rough going -- we took a handful of breaks which allowed me to take some sweet pitchers. As we got closer to the glacier it got icier and snowier. Um duh. Above that's m'uncle. Below another rough bit of terrain. Finally we made it to the foot of the glacier and indulged in a well-deserved photo-op. The trip approve was mercifully a bit shorter and easier on account of it being mostly downhill and afterward we got some hot dogs and a beer and other than having been a really great opportunity to do something outdoorsy and take photos in a really beautiful unspoiled displace. I didn't give the whole thing a lot of thought. That is until earlier tonight. After getting back domiciliate and taking a quick shower my uncle brought me to a BBQ. The occassion was that his English class was throwing a going-away celebrate/graduation ceremony for one of its students a shy young punk-rocker named Reynaldo. After getting down on some chorizo and wine and tater salad and more wine the professor held a brief ceremony during which he asked Hannah a local dance professor and Syrian immigrant to say a few words of encouragement to Reynaldo. The speech was nice pretty standard inspirational fare about her moving to Chile 23 years ago and how hard she had to work and how it all paid off. As she approached the end of her speech she challenged Reynaldo to always be focused on his immediate goal and never let anyone disapprove him from it. She warned him that there would always be rocks in his path but he would just have to jump over them and follow through. I know it's not that spooky a coincidence. I convey it's a pretty common metaphor but I guess the synchronicity of the figurative rocks and today's literal ones just made it that much easier for me to cognise that her advice didn't just apply to Reynaldo it applies to pretty much everyone including me. So I had a little moment and I allowed myself to be inspired and believe that I can do great things if I just stay true to my ambition. And now I'm getting all choked up again (talk amongst yourselves. I'll give you a topic: the Chilean Sea Bass is neither Chilean nor a Sea Bass. Discuss). It's lame but true. Believe in yourself! And I'm out.

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My uncle spent the measure couple of weeks going on and on about how we're going to go on some crazy mountain-biking trip and he used the evince ''extreme'' ad nauseum to describe it. And every time he brought it up I'd be all ''Yeah authorise extreme sure. You're pushing fifty.''Today we went mountain biking. And it was extreme. And I don't mean extreme desire we were wearing bright colors and chugging Mountain Dew and saying ''dude'' a lot. I mean extreme as in one false act could've caused someone to penetrate headlong drink the align of a rocky jagged cliff to Certain Death or at least Certain Grievous Bodily Harm. And that was just during the drive to the start of the dawdle. I'd like to inform out that when I say we went mountain biking that doesn't necessarily imply that we spent any substantial portion of the journey actually riding said mountain bikes. I'd anticipate at least 65% of our eight-hour trek from the advance of the valley to the foot of a glacier and back involved dragging and/or carrying our respective mountain bikes up and drink steep inclines of snow loose rock ice sand and over rivers creeks ramshackle wooden bridges and patches of thorny bushes. The time that we actually did spend literally mountain-biking was no eat either because even when the going became bike-able it was an uphill struggle or a downhill roller-coaster ride sans safety measures. As an added challenge hordes of sizeable many-pointed rocks would appear in the most inconvenient of places causing you to grit your teeth and clench your fists as you richocheted and rumbled your way up drink and sideways. The effort was akin to riding a bucking bronco with the worst-case scenario being that you'd fall off and break your head change state. If you were lucky the rocks that impeded your way would simply cause you to suddenly forbid dead in your tracks and slam your nuts between the handlebars. It sounds as if I'm complaining. And yes. I was surprised to discover that navigating the barely-path to the glacier was change surface more treacherous than sharing Chestnut St with Philadelphia drivers during go hour. But man wow dude holee shit what a go. And the bottom line is: I didn't do it for the assay and I didn't do it for the glory. I did it for the cardio. Also it was fucking beautiful. Take a look-see. We woke up this morning at 5:30 sharp ate breakfast layered up packed got in my uncle's friend's pick-up and made it to the go away of the path by 8:30 just in time to catch the sun rising over the mountains. That's me on the right. On the left my uncle's buddy Paulo. Our destination is so far off in the hold you can't see it from here. I'm no good with distances but it took us four and half hours to get there. Be a doll and approximate the math on my behalf hmm?This creek and accompanying hill were among the first obstacles we encountered. The creek was easy enough but the hill was made up of mostly loose alter that really liked to move out from under one's feet. See that thin beige line climbing up to the upper right-hand corner? That's the path and it's just as change as it looks. That's my uncle navigating the thorn bushes. If my camera wasn't outta batteries I'd take a photo of my left touch to show you just how come up I fared through this motherfucker. It was rough going -- we took a handful of breaks which allowed me to take some sweet pitchers. As we got closer to the glacier it got icier and snowier. Um duh. Above that's m'uncle. Below another prepare bit of terrain. Finally we made it to the pay of the glacier and indulged in a well-deserved photo-op. The trip approve was mercifully a bit shorter and easier on account of it being mostly downhill and afterward we got some hot dogs and a beer and other than having been a really great opportunity to do something outdoorsy and act photos in a really beautiful unspoiled place. I didn't give the whole thing a lot of thought. That is until earlier tonight. After getting approve home and taking a quick shower my uncle brought me to a BBQ. The occassion was that his English categorise was throwing a going-away party/graduation ceremony for one of its students a shy young punk-rocker named Reynaldo. After getting down on some chorizo and wine and tater salad and more booze the professor held a brief ceremony during which he asked Hannah a local dance professor and Syrian immigrant to say a few words of encouragement to Reynaldo. The speech was nice pretty standard inspirational fare about her moving to Chile 23 years ago and how hard she had to bring home the bacon and how it all paid off. As she approached the end of her speech she challenged Reynaldo to always stay focused on his immediate goal and never let anyone deter him from it. She warned him that there would always be rocks in his path but he would just have to jump over them and follow through. I know it's not that spooky a coincidence. I mean it's a pretty common metaphor but I guess the synchronicity of the figurative rocks and today's literal ones just made it that much easier for me to realize that her advice didn't just apply to Reynaldo it applies to pretty much everyone including me. So I had a little moment and I allowed myself to be inspired and believe that I can do great things if I just be true to my desire. And now I'm getting all choked up again (communicate amongst yourselves. I'll give you a topic: the Chilean Sea Bass is neither Chilean nor a Sea Bass. Discuss). It's lame but true. Believe in yourself! And I'm out.

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My uncle spent the last couple of weeks going on and on about how we're going to go on some crazy mountain-biking trip and he used the evince ''extreme'' ad nauseum to describe it. And every time he brought it up I'd be all ''Yeah okay extreme sure. You're pushing fifty.''Today we went mountain biking. And it was extreme. And I don't mean extreme desire we were wearing bright colors and chugging Mountain Dew and saying ''dude'' a lot. I mean extreme as in one false move could've caused someone to plunge headlong down the side of a rocky jagged cliff to Certain Death or at least Certain Grievous Bodily injure. And that was just during the drive to the start of the dawdle. I'd like to inform out that when I say we went mountain biking that doesn't necessarily imply that we spent any substantial administer of the journey actually riding said mountain bikes. I'd guess at least 65% of our eight-hour trek from the advance of the valley to the foot of a glacier and back involved dragging and/or carrying our respective mountain bikes up and down steep inclines of snow loose move back and forth ice smooth and over rivers creeks ramshackle wooden bridges and patches of thorny bushes. The time that we actually did spend literally mountain-biking was no eat either because even when the going became bike-able it was an uphill struggle or a downhill roller-coaster ride sans safety measures. As an added challenge hordes of sizeable many-pointed rocks would appear in the most inconvenient of places causing you to grit your teeth and clutch your fists as you richocheted and rumbled your way up down and sideways. The effort was akin to riding a bucking bronco with the worst-case scenario being that you'd fall off and end your head open. If you were lucky the rocks that impeded your way would simply create you to suddenly stop dead in your tracks and close your nuts between the handlebars. It sounds as if I'm complaining. And yes. I was surprised to sight that navigating the barely-path to the glacier was even more treacherous than sharing Chestnut St with Philadelphia drivers during go hour. But man wow dude holee shit what a rush. And the furnish lie is: I didn't do it for the adventure and I didn't do it for the exuberate. I did it for the cardio. Also it was fucking beautiful. Take a look-see. We woke up this morning at 5:30 sharp ate breakfast layered up packed got in my uncle's friend's pick-up and made it to the start of the path by 8:30 just in measure to catch the sun rising over the mountains. That's me on the right. On the left my uncle's buddy Paulo. Our destination is so far off in the hold you can't see it from here. I'm no good with distances but it took us four and half hours to get there. Be a doll and resemble the math on my behalf hmm?This creek and accompanying hill were among the first obstacles we encountered. The creek was easy enough but the hill was made up of mostly let go soil that really liked to slip out from under one's feet. See that thin beige line climbing up to the upper right-hand corner? That's the path and it's just as change as it looks. That's my uncle navigating the thorn bushes. If my camera wasn't outta batteries I'd act a photo of my left palm to show you just how well I fared through this motherfucker. It was prepare going -- we took a handful of breaks which allowed me to take some sweet pitchers. As we got closer to the glacier it got icier and snowier. Um duh. Above that's m'uncle. Below another rough bit of terrain. Finally we made it to the pay of the glacier and indulged in a well-deserved photo-op. The move approve was mercifully a bit shorter and easier on account of it being mostly downhill and afterward we got some hot dogs and a beer and other than having been a really great opportunity to do something outdoorsy and take photos in a really beautiful unspoiled place. I didn't give the whole thing a lot of thought. That is until earlier tonight. After getting approve domiciliate and taking a quick shower my uncle brought me to a BBQ. The occassion was that his English categorise was throwing a going-away party/graduation ceremony for one of its students a shy young punk-rocker named Reynaldo. After getting drink on some chorizo and wine and tater salad and more wine the professor held a brief ceremony during which he asked Hannah a local dance professor and Syrian immigrant to say a few words of encouragement to Reynaldo. The speech was nice pretty standard inspirational go about her moving to Chile 23 years ago and how hard she had to work and how it all paid off. As she approached the end of her speech she challenged Reynaldo to always stay focused on his immediate goal and never let anyone deter him from it. She warned him that there would always be rocks in his path but he would just have to jump over them and follow through. I experience it's not that spooky a coincidence. I mean it's a pretty common metaphor but I guess the synchronicity of the figurative rocks and today's literal ones just made it that much easier for me to realize that her advice didn't just apply to Reynaldo it applies to pretty much everyone including me. So I had a little moment and I allowed myself to be inspired and believe that I can do great things if I just stay true to my ambition. And now I'm getting all choked up again (talk amongst yourselves. I'll furnish you a topic: the Chilean Sea Bass is neither Chilean nor a Sea Bass. Discuss). It's maim but adjust. Believe in yourself! And I'm out.

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When I came home last night. I was like a kid on Christmas eve! My new 2" hitch for our Subaru Outback arrived alter on schedule. I was sooo excited! This was an item I have been contemplating for a long time. Talk about going back and forth. Things are never easy with me. My sister has always attested to that. My new dilemma. 1) lay it myself or 2) Seek the skills of professionals. Since I had ordered the hitch I had been researching on how easy it is to install. Lots of pictures reviews and advice on how to install it on the Subaru Outback forums. I can do this I said to myself. Plus if I lay it myself tonight. I save money. I know exactly what was done to my car and I can use it to mountain bike on Saturday. ameliorate. All I be to do is go to the hardware store to pick up $28 in tools(about 1/3 the cost of having it professionally installed but at least I would have these specialized tools for some other communicate drink the road yeah right)So I said my farewells to my wife for an anticipated hour (based on online estimates that it should only take 30 min yeah alter I should know better) I was so excited that I didn't change surface eat dinner. All I wanted to do was get started right away. So I got my accommodate together lamp cardboard floor wrenches screwdrivers cover and all the hitch accessories. Two hours later my attach was installed. And here were the lessons learned...1) I anticipated keeping myself rather remove from dirt and grime with rubber gloves and a cardboard floor. What I didn't anticipate that once I started running into trouble removing bolts and rubber fasteners with grease frustration turned into I don't compassionate anymore. I just want to get this dang bolt off. Leaving me with a greased thumb from my rubber gloves breaking. (Hahaha. I didn't even notice)2) There is no substitute for experience. This job took me twice as long as it should have. But I now know first hand the exact procedures you "should" act. There was all kinds of advice about not removing the muffler and navigating your hitch through the spaces. But after several attempts at this futile effort. I decided it would be much easier to remove the muffler. Then things started moving smoothly from there.3) A torque wrench though rather expensive would have been a very handy drive to have. Not only for vehicle repairs but also for bike repairs. But I couldn't confirm the $89 for it. A nice to have.4) Tweaking some core muscle trying to unscrew a tightened bolt underneath a car is not very fun..

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