Been gone that's all.
With nobody. Nobody you know. Friends. Just people.
We, like, just rode.
Rode a bunch of stuff...knockin' around.
Yeah, bruised elbows...couple on the knees and hip.
So what of it? There aren't scratches on the bike. It's fine. It's not like the derailleur hanger is bent or anything.
You're always all "where you been?" " who you been with?"
Just been gone that's all!
- OB "feelin' like a teenager again" doesn't seem to mean what it used to mean!