A thousand yard stare across a long and dirty.
The days in which we live have seen a trend develop in the racing and/or riding of the bicycle machines. This of course is the trend of endurance races across massive expanses of the Mid-West;
The days in which we live have seen a trend develop in the racing and/or riding of the bicycle machines. This of course is the trend of endurance races across massive expanses of the Mid-West;
I mean, here I was planning on being little more than a puff of smoke today, and then life and logic and science came along and made a fool out of me.
These were the words I asked the girl who lives in my house on Tuesday, regarding our possible attendance at Wednesday’s bicycle race.
… there was a guy named Dave. Dave spent years toiling in shops, and on the race circuit due to the simple fact that he had a long and passionate love affair with all aspects of the bicycle machine;
Photo courtesy Bicycle(dot)net
As I fumbled through the darkness on Thursday morning in an attempt to gather my belongings, I piled onto the floor and made a drawing on the inside of the box in which Vinnie was to be buried.
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Calculations? I don’t need no stinking calculations.
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