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Ever since Jonny started using the VO5 up in his Monchhichi lid, shit just ain’t been the same down at the swap meet. He’s been Continue reading
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Open Letter to My Father: Maybe it’s you up there in the sky shining like a star, looking down on me from the heavens. Maybe Continue reading
Well. Piss-boring, shit-tired winter. Not anymore. It’s time to talk with one of cycling’s founding fathers, Hurl Everstone. If you read this site frequently and Continue reading
Just so y’all know. Oh, and new crap up at the Nest of the Hawk Teflon spittin’ and written, I stab kitten. Happy New Year, Continue reading
Hey, listen – Most folks know that when you ask someone for something, you have to give them something in return. It’s pretty fucking basic. Continue reading
I spent far too long watching the tube tonight. Given that we only have about 12 or 16 accidental channels that happen to squeak in Continue reading
My brain’s still swimming in the fetid, swampy foam of last night. Fuck, man. by
He studies the Law. Big Jonny’s rants lie in wait. Thursday Haiku lives. by
I’m developing some new clipless shoes and would appreciate any feedback from any of you. These should be much better on bikepunk’s knees. by
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