“Your legs feel like fried bacon after a day of climbing and descending. It's a roller coaster ride, but no one is pulling you up the mountain. You're headed toward Yosemite more than 4,000 feet of pounding the pedals. You are aware of every movement because your thighs feel tender with a sensation of pain. You push on, toward the final ascent into the valley. In front of you is a monster mountain-El Capitan. Your eyes grow wide. You take a deep breath. Suddenly, you feel only wonder.” FeelsEyePainGrowsWonderFeetFrontsMovementMountainTravelBreathsFinalsLegsWideMonstersSensationsClimbingValleysPullingThighsDeep BreathRoller CoasterCoastersAscentDescendingPedalsTake A Deep BreathYosemiteRoller Coaster Rides Author:Frosty Wooldridge
“The brown toxic cloud strangling Los Angeles never lifts and grows thicker with every immigrant added. One can't help appreciate the streets of Paris will soon become the streets of LA. However, Paris' streets erupted while LA's shall sink into a Third World quagmire much like Bombay or Calcutta, India. When you import that much crime, illiteracy, multiple languages and disease-Americans pick up stakes and move away.” WorldHelpingMovingLanguageGrowsStreetsCrimeDiseasePicksAppreciateThirdsIndiaCloudsLiftsParisBrownImmigrantsLos AngelesStakesToxicMultipleThird WorldImportsCalcuttaIlliteracyBombayStranglingQuagmireStreets Of Paris Author:Frosty Wooldridge