Boston

I met my hommie Jorge for a MTB ride, we rode in Weston which is a suburb 12 miles west of Boston. we rode around the Weston trail network. Horg (as i call him) knows the trails really well. he took me on this never ending climb.
as I was riding up, I was cursing him and wishing the "mal occhio" on him.... as we crested the top, we stopped, he turned and says "mira la vista"

I took back everything I said about him, took out the P&S and Blipped.

the view was awesome, too bad it was an overcast day, still cool!

we went on, I continued to complain at every hill. he continued to ignore my complains, found more hills and went faster. fast enough that I was out of breath and could not Bit*& anymore....