I went out for a little squirt this afternoon.
Actually it was a Dr. Pepper. A little whole in the wall called Sisquoc. Two boyz were sitting at the bench outside and I joined them in a little discussion. I guessed one of thier ages with a quick number ninetyeight, he knew what the number meant as far as guessing his age and said "nope". I guessed again and another nope and then realised I needed to head the other way. Ends up the year is 2000. He was another growth hormone milk fed future linebackers this country produces plenty of. Pretty smile and the two were nearly drooling on my mooorsickle. One asked if I could do a wheelie and when I said easily he had a grin from ear to ear with the shiniest pair of braces I have ever seen.
I promised when I left I would pull up the road a piece and turn aruond and show them the where for how to.
I do much good wheelies when I am on my way home from a ride, which I was, and when I have an audiance.
Suffice it to say, these two Will be saving their lunch money for a future rocketship just like I did in 1968 ouch, I could be thier grampa. I am sure that thier milf's anyway. What good fun to have a little fun with the children of the brocolli.

Dude, you're weirding me out.

Los Alamos: isn't that where the first nuclear weapons were tested?