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.
(He types as a single tear rolls down his rough cheek. In that one drop are all the hopes and fears of every biker, and every bike adventure ever started or finished.)
Red-bearded cyclist
with eagle leading your way,
ride on my brother.
Q
Ride in Peace Eternally, Captain Bike.
Oh shit?! Is it true?
(He types as a single tear rolls down his rough cheek. In that one drop are all the hopes and fears of every biker, and every bike adventure ever started or finished.)
never mind I found a link myself.