If you have ever raced a bike you know how good a cold fizzy one tastes… regardless of what’s in the can, you know what Continue reading A coke… but where’s the smile?
I’m not clowning around right now: it fucking kills, all this nonsense. people go down so hard. riding bikes — that’s the way to be Continue reading It does really hurt.
Those Ritte boys sure are funn e. Nothing like adding a little a little extra flair to a scene that’s too PRO for you and Continue reading Friday Feedzone
We rode fixed today. Dominic practiced with me riding super close. He tapped me, slapped my ass, nudged me a bit, and I had to Continue reading Nerves = Judi is a bitch for no reason.
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Fresh off another mini road trip down south but this week was a little different. It was all guys and there was no agenda. The Continue reading Tuesdays with Dirty: Too much free time around camp
I don’t live in the FlagPole anymore. The literal term when I lived there was going to the “Well” really meant going there. If you Continue reading Going to the Well
Friday night. Pops in town. The Hawklet sleeps, as does her Momma. They all went to bed exhausted after hours of me telling stories of Continue reading How to hook it up.
It’s time to start this thing we call the Spring Classics. In my opinion, everything up until now has been a cock tease, foreplay if Continue reading It’s time.
Tuesday night I get the call from bobejin: “dude, what the shit! It’s Tuesday night, why haven’t you posted anything yet? I know you were on Continue reading Tuesdays with Dirty (on a Thursday): Better late than never
I’ve said it before (this always predicates me saying “I’ll say it again.”) and I’ll say it again: he is not a mesh hat. he Continue reading Von Yes.
pro sports is my game. i eat the wins. i kill the poor. the losers are toilet paper. the fans scream. the winner is me. Continue reading what is next for whom?