It was such a nice day my Step Son and I went for a bike ride. Eventually we found ourselves on what was a once familiar trail. The further we went the more overgrown it became.
Eventually all I could see ahead of me was my Step Son's head and shoulders moving slowly through the tall green weeds! In jest I called ahead "A GOOD RIDER DOSN'T NEED TO SEE WHERE HIS WHEELS ARE". Shortly after that I fell off my bike into the tangled mess.
I used to run a couple of restaurants and we always talked about "being in the weeds" but you boys in the north seem to take that literally!
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