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.
oh fuck bitch @#$%^!* that spoke card is so effin sweet and i’m sick of my rattletrap norwegian clunker wanna feel eddie twixt my legs but oh shit can’t make it for obv. reasons gonna be in boston for 4 days in march maybe sompin then
love,
NM
johnson January 25th, 2008
8:14 am
sweet, one person who wants to come, who only lives 4099.33 miles away (give or take a few detours for sheetz coffee, dark roast please)
march eh? let me know details when u got em, we’ll work something out. obv you gotta abduct cory and stuff him in your carry on.
Ok, so I’m an effing idiot. I had it in my pea brain that this was NEXT week. Duh. I’m really sorry I missed this.
JINX January 27th, 2008
9:52 am
That was an awesome ride.
It included:
-stopping at almost every intersection to check if there
was an official street name/sign that was relevant to us.
-lots of gunshots
-strange looks from lots of cows
-more whitetail deer than I’ve ever seen
-temperatures that rose and fell with the countryside
-one flat
-several beers
-cold feet
-talks about hamburger stands or delivery to remote Virginia locations
-gravel roads
-gravel roads covered in ice and snow
-gravel roads covered in ice and snow that climbed
-gravel roads covered in ice and snow that descended
-talks about who would be eaten among us
-talks about floating one of our corpses across the river
-an antiquated ferry carrying a Maserati
-laughter
-agony
-cramping muscles
-pork rinds
-blinky lights
-several phone conversations
-funny “dad” jokes
-not so funny “dad” jokes
-frieght trains
-a peacock
-llamas
-lots of roadkill
-jokes about how to suffocate a squirrel inside a saddlebag
-more talks about who would be eaten among us
-pee stops
-barn storming
-Brandon asking out gas station attendants (well almost)
-checking of our location via interweb maps
-horses
-one horseless buggy
-Poolesville Nazi’s
-fussing with Mark’s cycle computer
-asking what mileage we were at, and then laughing
-tons of fun
-ending in utter darkness at the Stronghold
-eating Turkey Chile with cornbread and beer
oh fuck bitch @#$%^!* that spoke card is so effin sweet and i’m sick of my rattletrap norwegian clunker wanna feel eddie twixt my legs but oh shit can’t make it for obv. reasons gonna be in boston for 4 days in march maybe sompin then
love,
NM
sweet, one person who wants to come, who only lives 4099.33 miles away (give or take a few detours for sheetz coffee, dark roast please)
march eh? let me know details when u got em, we’ll work something out. obv you gotta abduct cory and stuff him in your carry on.
Ok, so I’m an effing idiot. I had it in my pea brain that this was NEXT week. Duh. I’m really sorry I missed this.
That was an awesome ride.
It included:
-stopping at almost every intersection to check if there
was an official street name/sign that was relevant to us.
-lots of gunshots
-strange looks from lots of cows
-more whitetail deer than I’ve ever seen
-temperatures that rose and fell with the countryside
-one flat
-several beers
-cold feet
-talks about hamburger stands or delivery to remote Virginia locations
-gravel roads
-gravel roads covered in ice and snow
-gravel roads covered in ice and snow that climbed
-gravel roads covered in ice and snow that descended
-talks about who would be eaten among us
-talks about floating one of our corpses across the river
-an antiquated ferry carrying a Maserati
-laughter
-agony
-cramping muscles
-pork rinds
-blinky lights
-several phone conversations
-funny “dad” jokes
-not so funny “dad” jokes
-frieght trains
-a peacock
-llamas
-lots of roadkill
-jokes about how to suffocate a squirrel inside a saddlebag
-more talks about who would be eaten among us
-pee stops
-barn storming
-Brandon asking out gas station attendants (well almost)
-checking of our location via interweb maps
-horses
-one horseless buggy
-Poolesville Nazi’s
-fussing with Mark’s cycle computer
-asking what mileage we were at, and then laughing
-tons of fun
-ending in utter darkness at the Stronghold
-eating Turkey Chile with cornbread and beer
see, good times….
we lived to tell about it.
Q
well said rob.