My new avatar David. I was riding Cycle Oregon. A week long bike ride of around 500 miles through Oregon. It was September 11, 2001. I woke up in the tent to other people’s radios blaring that the twin towers had been hit. We were out in the middle of nowhere in the mountains of Oregon. I am looking a little like what the fuck is happening? It was a very strange and solemn bike ride that day.
My new avatar David. I was riding Cycle Oregon. A week long bike ride of around 500 miles through Oregon. It was September 11, 2001. I woke up in the tent to other people’s radios blaring that the twin towers had been hit. We were out in the middle of nowhere in the mountains of Oregon. I am looking a little like what the fuck is happening? It was a very strange and solemn bike ride that day.
I was in English class on November 22, 1963. the principal came on the PA, made his announcement and the entire school got up and walked home in complete silence..in my case about two miles.
on 9/11, I'd cut work to spite my work-wife Ruth, was walking the dogs and ran into my friend Antonio, who told me about the first plane. I got home just in time to see the second plane slice through the second building. I called my dad, who was in an office with no TV. his response was "it's that Bin Laden creep." in the following days, my conspiracy theorists were starting to say things like "how come they knew who it was so fast?" I countered with the fact that my father knew from reading the paper.
My new avatar David. I was riding Cycle Oregon. A week long bike ride of around 500 miles through Oregon. It was September 11, 2001. I woke up in the tent to other people’s radios blaring that the twin towers had been hit. We were out in the middle of nowhere in the mountains of Oregon. I am looking a little like what the fuck is happening? It was a very strange and solemn bike ride that day.
I'll bet it was!
I was in English class on November 22, 1963. the principal came on the PA, made his announcement and the entire school got up and walked home in complete silence..in my case about two miles.
on 9/11, I'd cut work to spite my work-wife Ruth, was walking the dogs and ran into my friend Antonio, who told me about the first plane. I got home just in time to see the second plane slice through the second building. I called my dad, who was in an office with no TV. his response was "it's that Bin Laden creep." in the following days, my conspiracy theorists were starting to say things like "how come they knew who it was so fast?" I countered with the fact that my father knew from reading the paper.