Bad-DASS-ery.

So I did some legitimate mountain biking today because the cool kids built some sand jumps in the woods at Hammonasset.

So basically, I'm flying over these jumps on my dad's bum-busting bike [which is blue, in case a fourth B was necessary there] and I'm thinking, Wow, Hey, World, I Feel Pretty Cool. But you know, I looked pretty freaking silly.

There are probably more times in life than we realise where we feel pretty durn overconfident, pretty, well, AWESOME, and really, we look positively ridiculous.

Badassery is a thing of the past. I think it died with Paul Newman.

I could never even eat one egg, never mind fifty.