I didn’t have a whole lot of time, but I had a whole lot of reason, a whole lot of want, and a whole lot Continue reading A trip to the end of my wet and worn-out rope.
i know you’re all reluctant bottoms just looking for that special someone who will let you finally give the back rub. well lay back down, Continue reading this is just totally out of control
while judi and domenic were hussying about the pool zone, snakehawk went a-biking. i went for two rides this past holiday weekend, which is pretty Continue reading just a little off the top, please.
went “home” this past weekend. “home” is indiana, where pops lives. it was wedding time, and snakehawk’s daddy‘s, as it were. it’s never too late Continue reading in the wake of (r)adness.
This just went down in Carrboro, NC. The whole side of a bike shop just got taken care of. PROPPA. Happy Memorial weekend, DC’ers. by
words such as “is snakehawk ever going to sack up and reclaim glory once more?” food for thought. by
today at work i came across this bike. hey pat, i’d like to solve the puzzle, please. apparently the factory is still wrestling with the Continue reading wheels of fortune, anybody?
One time i witnessed big kitchen racing, foaming at the mouth like a shitty science project. bleeding from the eyes. the hair on the back Continue reading Racing is as Racing Does.
do what you can, when you can. yesterday i had a smidgeon of time so i used it to jam in a little trailtime, hawk-style. Continue reading i jam econo.
I’m borrowing the title of the post from this, of course: check it. (or crink here to their Myspace for a listen.) shit’s good. We Continue reading This Bike is a Stepladder
They were the bane of every mechanic with whom i wrenched, these corn bespeckled wads of Christmas cheer. The product of bullshit efforts that rode Continue reading Warpspeed, you steamy box of shit.
Eskimo has no real equivalents to our words “create” or “make” which presuppose imposition of the self on matter. The closest Eskimo term “to work Continue reading The world is your tusk, Mr. Eskimo.