Heres a little story for all y'all..

There once was a little boy who enjoyed pedaling bikes and going super dooper fast. He picked up all these expensive toys with wheels and gadgets ( see picture left) to opt for maximum human powered speed. One day he rode so fast, he found his way into a small town called pain-ville (just on the outskirts of ohmygodimgoingtovomit-ville). Tucked in his aero position, this small boy asked himself why on earth any one would want to visit this sad, small little place. He rode around town looking at the beautiful scenery and made his way to the top of the highest point in pain-ville, finding a small cave at the top.

This cave offered beautiful views of the valley around town so this small boy decided to make this his new home. He called it "pain cave" and made routine trips to visit his little pain cave. He made many friends along the way...

And suddenly, one day, the young boy had a terrible crash and was unable to visit his pain cave. He was very sad but knew that someday he would return home. Sure enough, a few weeks later, this sad little boy jumped on his bike and pedaled as hard as he could. After what seemed like hours, this little boy lifted his head to see familiar sites. Who would have know? had he really returned to pain-ville? sure enough, atop the hill, lay his home, the pain cave. He was back and loved every minute of it.

IM BACK. (not very fast, but at least i'm back)

ps. bikes are fun