View Full Version : I want a Specialized Angel!

fiamme red
02-23-2006, 11:54 AM
Sorry, but I am longer no interested in the racing. I can only think about the Angel!


Serotta PETE
02-23-2006, 11:55 AM
Wake up -- - wake up YOU are dreaming!!!! :confused: :confused:

02-23-2006, 11:55 AM
he can arrange it for you.

Serotta PETE
02-23-2006, 11:59 AM
Sandy can arrange anything - - - look and him and Kevan. :argue: :argue:

Grant McLean
02-23-2006, 12:09 PM
I have it on good sources that this angel smells much better
than the German dude in the red devil suit.


02-23-2006, 12:20 PM
angels got big feet 2

fiamme red
02-23-2006, 12:59 PM

"The fabled Angel was reportedly sent from heaven to bless and protect the riders as they race across California. While many question her existence, or explain her appearances as delusions existing in the minds of dehydrated, over-exerted cyclists, the Specialized Angel is in fact real. A beautiful winged creature, she appears most often at the tops of long climbs, offering riders inspiration and a reward for making it to the top. While she seems to have a special place in her heart for cyclists on Specialized bikes and equipment, she shares her beauty and positivity with all cyclists, regardless of equipment, skills or cycling ability."

I'll buy a Specialized bike and equipment, if it helps me win a special place in her heart.

fiamme red
02-23-2006, 01:09 PM
Odessa must be jealous.


02-23-2006, 01:11 PM
bird flu

fiamme red
02-23-2006, 01:39 PM
Even angels need sunscreen.


Grant McLean
02-23-2006, 02:22 PM
Oh I used to be disgusted
And now I try to be amused.
But since their wings have got rusted,
You know, the angels wanna wear my red shoes.
But when they told me íbout their side of the bargain,
Thatís when I knew that I could not refuse.
And I wonít get any older, now the angels wanna wear my red shoes.

I was watching while youíre dancing away.
Our love got fractured in the echo and sway.
How come everybody wants to be your friend?
You know that it still hurts me just to say it.

Oh, I know that sheís disgusted (oh whyís that)
Cause sheís feeling so abused. (oh thatís too bad)
She gets tired of the lust, (oh Iím so sad)
But itís so hard to refuse.
How can you say that Iím too old,
When the angels have stolen my red shoes.

Oh, I said Iím so happy, I could die.
She said drop dead, then left with another guy.
Thatís what you get if you go chasing after vengeance.
Ever since you got me punctured this has been my sentence.
Oh I used to be disgusted
And now I try to be amused.
But since their wings have got rusted,
You know, the angels wanna wear my red shoes.
Red shoes, the angels wanna wear my red shoes.