starowhatever
there are strange names
for things here, but it’s
still Christmas in the old
town square, and with
appropriate dreary grey
central europe weather.
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A site about lugs, tan sidewalls, maybe jazz, classical, punk and bluegrass, local riding, worldly riding and people, cool cats, lame ducks, 110 bcds, wool, and smelling like hell after a long ride.