I just got back from tennis practice. We got our rankings today. I am number 8 out of 9 people. This ,my friend, is bullshit. I got stuck behind someone who I know can beat him without a doubt. I will challenge him at the first chance I get and I will win. On a other note, Spencer pointed out to me that most of my blogs are about me riding bike. My life revolves around that bike. If my life centralized around something else, I'd type about that. I don't have a girlfriend. I have average intelligence. I really have nothing else to type about except that bike and the experiences on it. To you it seems to be a piece of metal. To me, it is more than that. It is an extension of my body. When I am away from it, I feel like a part of me is missing or I forgot something. When I am on or off it, I am always looking for stuff to ride. I love that bike. I know it sounds weird and impossible to love an inanimate metal object, but it's the one thing that keeps me sane sometimes. This weekend I am going to find this halfpipe thing in t-ville. VanGeison out.