bikes being dykes

The other day while riding down college avenue, Willie and I lost sight of Andy. After deciding he was a dickhead for ditching us, we turned around to maybe see if he took a weird turn. Turns out, Andy's carb fell out of his bike. I tried to help by getting the tools from under my seat but none were manly enough for andy's harley. Willie went and saved the day with some tools he had at the braemar and Andy actually got it back on. Moral of the story is: willie is my hero.
A fun shralp out to coulee ensued where I accidentley ate 3 mosquitoes. 501