I’ve been reviewing some Aztec sacrificial procedures the last few hours. Somehow, I think I’ve gotten it wrong. The manual is very hard to read to say the least, and the animals in our neighborhood seem to have become scarce recently. It’s either that or the fax to the Devil releasing my soul got stuck in the machine. I don’t know. But one way or another, we need to change something around here.
After looking at the chain that Mr. Millar broke today, the mechanics are plain dumbfounded. It didn’t break on the pin, but right in the middle of the link.
Why!!?? WHY?!!! (Screaming at the sky and looking scornfully at .)
Anyhow, I guess this stuff happens. I mean, we only won the TTT by 6 seconds. And I’m sure that somewhere in those 6 seconds is some good luck. A corner we took faster than anyone else, but didn’t crash, something… So, you have to take the good with the bad, the ups with the downs.
I mean, how fun would it be if this team was just riding well or “good” everyday. No, no…We are either excellent or in a ditch crying.
I wouldn’t have it any other way, would you?