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A few random thoughts
I made pancakes this morning. Ang had ‘em straight up, Sophia with chocolate chips, and me with walnuts & bananas. We all had it “our way”. And that’s all you can ask for sometimes: To have it your way, whatever way that happens to be. Whatever floats your boat, whatever trips your trigger, and whatever you want in your pancakes.
Talked with a guy a year ahead of me in school about football. He’s a Cardinals guy. And I’m an Eagles guy. Neither of us thought our teams would have squared off in the NFC Championship game. One of us won and one of us lost. It goes like that sometimes: Some one wins, some one doesn’t. But at least it was fun to watch.
Talked to a friend coming back up from Tucson and the Single Swizzle today. He said it beat him up. But it was good. And that’s what we all want sometimes: To get beat up in a good way.
Talked to a friend about a third friend. I said he’d knock a girl up one of these days with all the crazy shit he pulls. He is due, he is due. My man told me, no, he won’t…‘cause he’s all about the back yard hand job. What? Yeah. He’s like, hey baby, help me rub one out at back when he meets a chick at a party. He has girls jerk him off in some poor bastard’s lawn on the regular. That’s enough sometimes I guess: To get beat off in the back yard.
Talked to a friend who is driving three hours to pick up his daughter today. She is with her mom in a different state. Then he drives back for another three hours back to where he lives. But he gets his daughter for the week. And that’s what matters in the end, isn’t it: The time we get to share, not the time we spend apart.
Thought about the anti-phoenix vibe some cats are bringing to the comment section. I guess they’ve all forgotten I started this website when I lived in Phoenix and worked for Domenic’s Cycling Imports. A good part of both the contributors and those commonly featured on the site, Gnome, BGR, Husky, Snakehawk, all lived in Phoenix and worked for Domenic back then. That’s how we all met. That’s how we all know each other. It was never about Flagstaff and who is more “local”. It was about riding bikes & drinking beer. Sometimes in the opposite order. But you know what I mean. Maybe that’s enough sometimes too: A couple of miles of single track and a couple of cold ones.
I’ll tell you this much, I’d rather do that than sit in the library studying.
And so it goes…
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“So it goes…”
Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
That’s good reading. Well, at least until the bars re-open.
aw such a sweetheart!!!
The back yard hand job. Huh. I have puked and passed out in back yards before, but never a hand job. Glad these never came together at the same time, as far as I know.
As far as the Phoenix hating, isn’t it kind of silly to bash a place?
Seriously, unless you live there, absolutely hate it and all, what is the point? The old “I am better than you because I live in a radder place” syndrome? And if that is the case, then…why aren’t you out being cool in your cool place?
Sometimes a scene is all you make of it. If you choose to whine about how much it sucks that too bad for you, wasting some time you could be doing something else, something fun maybe.
And most importantly to me, pancakes sound really damn good right now.
I’ll take the handjob from some random (possibly hot) babe at a party over a hookup resultant STD every time.
Try Hartford, CT for a little while, then go on and see how your Phoenix bashing goes.
For as much as PHX sucks, it’s pretty cool. Spring training, singletrack, an airport that takes you to killer places, good bike shops, hot women in summer clothes year round…I can think of worse places, and believe me. I’m no big fan of PHX.
Just sayin’.
I’m the king of pancakes on the weekends. Chocolate chips, M&M’s, marshmellows, candy corns, jelly beans, peeps, chopped up snack size milky way bars. Anything goes that will get the kids to clear their plates.
We dump the kids Halloween bags and easter baskets into a central treat bag – that’s where I get the pancake surprises all year long. Fried peeps are awesome – brown them until the sugar carmelizes and stick it to a pancake – yummy.
Sugar-jacked kids go to grandma’s for a few hours while I ride mine off.
CARAMELIZED PEEPS ?!!?! Someone get my mom on the line… I need to place an international order…
candy corn and pancakes? Milky ways??? wow…impressed.
Bet grandma LOVES that.
Do you give the kids Mountain Dew to wash those down with?
They must crash big time later in the day.
Good way to burn off that residual halloween candy though. I think we just threw out some stuff that was a couple years old, been sitting in the misc. jar for some time.
No Mountain Dew with the pancakes – two things we keep the kids away from are soda and fast food. I’d rather mix the treat into a real food than have them gorge on treats straight up from the sack.
They’ll probably have issues later in life, but hopefully it’s melting Good-n-Plentys into their grilled cheese and not a McDonny’s addiction.
“walnuts & bananas”
Walnuts & bananas ??
OK. I love pancakes and have had a gazillion variations, but that’s a new one and sounds really fucking gross for some reason.
Colonel~
I had ’em at the South Side Walnut Cafe for the first time last weekend.
http://www.walnutcafe.com
They are pretty damn good. Throw in some chocolate chips too if you feel the need.
That’s it all this pancake talk has me making pancakes before I ride in. Mine are going to be boring blueberry.
walnana pancakes are the bang. straight up. so is booze. nobody’s talking about booze. i’m thinking that a little nip of bourbon would be heaven in some pankakes. either in the batter, or even better, stirred in with some pan-warmed syrup. talk to me.
oh, and not to break balls, but it’s “non sequitur.”
that’s just drunk cyclist keeping drunk cyclist in line.
I stand corrected.
All this time Swilliams thought those were slugs on his trampoline in the morning.
They are backyard trampoline handjobs and not just regular old backyard handjobs?
I didn’t name you in the post, but since you outted yourself…
Husky, you are both a gentleman and a scholar.
You better get to thinkin of the library as font of all life; your custom frame, handjob, craft beer, and tires the never go flat.
Do it right.
As freshmen, a buddy & I waited an hour to get Kurt V to sign our books.
For the last 5 years before KV died, my buddy’s office was down the hall from the sweet ol bastard.
Good bless the library and thank jesus, buddha, allah, and chicks with perfect boobs that you are allowed study in such a fine (ehem) library.
maybe it’s all to fresh to me , but i dig riding phoenix in the winter . get down there 3-4 x’s btwn. dec & march. been to red mtn. the long loop around usury, estralla , mcdowell, phoenix mtns. and south mtn. hope to get out to white tanks sometime too. it seems pretty awesome to have that much access through the winter, but we get a little burnt on winter access in burque too , so i get where it,s coming from, but, it is about the booze and the ride. i prefer a flask of knob creek and a binger or 5, but………..