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The Return Of The 115 - Hard TRaining Edition

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You simply can't ride fast and long if you don't train. Winter is now over, weather is now pleasant, the sun is shining early and there simply isn't anymore excuses for the couch BOtatoes to not show up for training. As September nears its ends the Goat simply has had enough. He is sick and tired of training in the dark along, sick and tired not seeing his chommies at the races, sick and tired of their "ride to eat" attitudes and he is sick and tired of their "veni, vidi, B.O." at 4 routines. Yesterday, the Goat rain thunder and fire and lashed at his BOtato chommies. He blessed the Whale, slap the Lani and rolled the BObbie into submission. It's show up at Total (So the "Mclean Train" has Engen huh? Well B.O.'s has Total) for the 115 or Skype silence for a week. Fearing they will be missing a key ingredient in their daily waste more TIME at work sessions, the BOtatoes had to oblige. 04h54 - Gaatie arrived angry on the Black Sabbat...

Morning Glory...

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With Argus approaching fast and the Lani chubby, BObbie scratched and Gaatie " banged " up... the three AmiBOs decided to brave the dark and the cold for a last effort training ride... Well, only the BObbie decided, since the Gaatie & Lani has BO'd the last three rides. Wait, actually,  Lani has BO'd the last three rides, the Gaat, the Gaat didn't even B.O.!!! No matter, the usual time and the usual spot and the Gaat is... late!!! Quickly mounting his bike on the rack the Gaat decided to drive to the spot (BOd note: about 100m from where he parks his 19 these days... if that long...) and he found... Tweet, tweet... Where's BObbie?!!! Needless to say he's pissed. Gaat pulls out his iPhone and frantically types at the AmiBOs. Lani soon replied with a "On way" with no mention of TIME. But the BObbie, the BObbie is something else... Ja, BObbie not so much upstairs... In his defense, he was ready... With bigger a...

The Hunt for Gaat's License...

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Since moving to the far West, the Gaat has found many inconveniences. One such inconvenience was getting his license for his four wheeler. Since it's the 21st century, databases are linked nationally and with a few clicks on the mouse you should be able to renew your license anywhere in the country right? Right? No... The Gaat basically must drive 45km from the Wild West and cross the border into the Far East to renew it. Yes, the things you can do with your computers these days let alone your phones... And since the only free time he has is his training time on Saturday morning, the Gaat decided if he must suffer, his choms must suffer with him. Gaat: (selling) BObbie, let's do some soy bean milk and some rice rolls... BObbie: (rolling on the couch)... Gaat: (pulling the friendship card) As a friend... BObbie: (OFFS) Really?!!! Seriously?!!! You calling a F card?!!! Gaat: (nodding) Ja, bling the Lani, ju want ju breakie free neh? And don't be l...