About Pineapple

He tried to call himself, "Malibu." But, you know the rules - you don't get to pick your own nickname. The word "pineapple" came to mind. Sorta tropical, spikey & rough, sweet on the inside. And so a nickname was born. "Bike mechanic, poet, sage, former collegiate hockey star. Ok, maybe not a star." (This should really be updated. He works for New Belguim now.) "i am full time bicycle mechanic, and all around nice guy. like to ride bikes, but not very far. like poetry, candle-light dinners, and short walks on the beach. i don't like getting hassled, and i don't like capitalization." Fort Collins, Colorado, USA

3 thoughts on “poem for thursday

  1. ‘you suppost to be up cookin’ brefast for somebuddy. that’s like an alarm clock’

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nnzw_i4YmKk

    i was thinking about the tips the other day when i heard the blast of a freight train. some fucker somewhere close by is installing these airhorns that honest to god sound like a train. can’t imagine being on the bicycle and having someone buzz me while blaring that horn. pretty sure i would just have a heart attack.

    if you need one for your bithcin’ camaro, click here

    http://www.streetbeatcustoms.com/airtrainhorn.html

  2. Think that guy grageeated hi skool?

    What a complete freakin idiot. Oakland is such a nice place…

    And here I was gettin’ pissed off about those stupid-ass little fart cans on POS “import racers.”

    I’m getting myself one on them Dukes of Hazzard horns for my big truck.