This bike belonged to my friend Aaron. I just picked it up this morning. I even paid 45 bucks for it. I doubt it’s anything Continue reading Aaron’s bike.
Something for your head, from a Bosnian artist I heard about on NPR. He’s pretty good. Just good beats and strange video. Not overly cerebral, Continue reading Don’t Happy Be Worry.
Kim Kirchen has suffered what some believe to be a heart attack during the night at the Tour de Suisse. I’ve always wondered how such Continue reading Kirchen suffers heart attack?
It’s hotter than two rats fuggin in a wool sock down here! It’s times like these I dream about sitting on a beach, Tecate in Continue reading Boats N’ Hoes.
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Yes. I rode today. Go figure. You can ride year round in Phoenix. All summer long. Really. I’m serious. You just have to do it Continue reading The old boy got out for a few hours.
I spent the last few days up in the cool pine trees of Flagstaff, AZ. I ran into Mr. Gnome and we discussed the finer Continue reading Tuesdays with Dirty: In booze, there is peace.
Maintenance camp’s call sign in 358 FS was “Maintenance One.” and the best part of it was, it was run by an overweight guy that was simply called Goob, a 20 year lifer that did not make it past E5 because of his girth, but this man could run out, take over a launch emergency, and get a jet ready to taxi like nothing you’ve ever seen. Continue reading What is ‘maintenance camp’? Good question.
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Snake wrote about shoes a while back on these storied pages. At least I think he wrote about shoes. All I can find at the Continue reading A tale of two shoes.
Showing off my man. by