Monday, October 13, 2008

Living the High Life


Sometimes, a man has to just appreciate the good things in life. Things like a sunny October Saturday. A little bit of a breeze, two wheels, a few friends and a peaceful ride through the Iowa Countryside on a windy gravel road. Almost perfect. The only way it could get any better, would be to throw in a good honest beer for a tasty price. One might argue that the fella who enjoys a nice cold High Life appreciates the simpler things in life. One who might stop to smell the roses or take in the view of the river from a few hundred feet up and enjoy a Champaign of Beers. If this simple kind of guy didn't have a back pack to carry his golden goodness, he might just fashion one out of a paper sack and duct tape. No sweat of his back, because the cans were darn cold when they left the cooler.




3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Does the High Life include leaving the motorcycle ride in Ballville?

O'Gara said...

Spinner was trying to live the HORNY life.

Spinner said...

And it worked. pricks.