a while ago i was moaning about being lazy and crying about how while my buddy tim was racing around some big-fuck mountain i was at home watching movies.

well tim came home from his 24-hour bike race with stories of a horrific crash that involved him flying off his bike at like 30mph. seems he tweaked his left shoulder pretty bad and consequently had to strap on this rig that circulates ice-cold water through a hose and over his ailing shoulder.

as you can see in this picture, he’s really a glutton for punishment.

the moral of this story?

racing around for 24-hours on some god-forsaken moutain=danger

sitting at home on your ass watching movies=safe