Like every good gangster rapper, I am a fan of the movie Scarface. But as some of you may know, I am deathly allergic to Continue reading My little friend
Well, not really fat. More like “festively plump” or “jolly.” From: Jeff D. Jonny, hope all is well at law school in the warm weather… Continue reading Humpday musing from the fat man.
It’s almost Wednesday as I type this and I have to be to work in about 6 hours, but that can all wait. I’m fresh off Continue reading Tuesdays with Dirty: Where the pavement Ends
So my cough got worse Friday and Saturday and I had to bag the race yesterday. Goddamn I hate that feeling. A total a complete Continue reading Bummer weekend
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.