As the bottle turns…

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New one from Das Gnome over at onespeeder.com.

It’s already been about a week since Bussmann left the shop. Then Randy put in his notice a few weeks ago. I believe his last day is in a week, but nobody has seen him in the last two and all of his shit is moved out.

With that, the shop has turned a page and it brings light the simple fact that although this is a place of meager financial shelter and easy work, at the drop of a cion for any reason, nobody has any regrets to leave it. It’s not a home, but just a point within the transition to & fro. And it’s all family like until it matters.

With all the enthusiasm he’s showing lately for geared riding over singlespeeding, he should be calling that site more-that-one-speed.com.

Or, whatever. At least he’s riding something. Me? I can’t even say I’m riding the pine. My sofa is leather, kid.

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About big jonny

The man, the legend. The guy who started it all back in the Year of Our Lord Beer, 2000, with a couple of pages worth of idiotic ranting hardcoded on some random porn site that would host anything you uploaded, a book called HTML for Dummies (which was completely appropriate), a bad attitude (which hasn’t much changed), and a Dell desktop running Win95 with 64 mgs of ram and a six gig hard drive. Those were the days. Then he went to law school. Go figure. Flagstaff, Arizona, USA

3 Replies to “As the bottle turns…”

  1. d00dz-

    I hope you all y’all enjoyed your Bike to Work Day 2008. I work at home, so I decided to ride in support of the wife unit. We rolled out at 6:15 a.m., numerous hours earlier than what I would normally consider ride o’clock. It was cold. Commute traffic was light and props to Cascade and MS for numerous stations set up, handing out food, beverages and low-grade schwag. Why did I bother to eat breakfast and fill a bottle? Habit. We nearly hit a rabbit and a goose. I was back in the office by 8:00 a.m. with a 25-mile ride under my belt. Awoo.

    Mikey