When the wheels come off the wagon.
As is the standard around these parts, the mail bag has once again gotten topped off, so let’s do the thing that we do and spread the goods around.
As is the standard around these parts, the mail bag has once again gotten topped off, so let’s do the thing that we do and spread the goods around.
As the final Interbike trade show in Las Vegas has now come and gone, I’m left sitting in my skin, utterly shell shocked.
As we stand teetering on the brink of another many months of ridiculous, it’s only right that we should kick off with a few words from the estimable Brian Vernor;
Tried as I might, I couldn’t seem to figure out another vacation before this morning rolled around so here I am, back on the trolly as it were, attempting to bring you another slice of the misspellvaganza that is All Hail The Black Market.
As many of you know, I have a rocky relationship with the United States Postal Service. Hell, for that matter, more often than not I seem to be at odds with anybody who delivers anything. Luckily, those clouds parted recently with the delivery of my very own Cinelli super powers ring, sent to me my none other than Mr. Columbo himself;
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