i’ll college.
My man CaseNuggets sent this one to me via email one day recently. Seems both he & I were dumb enough to enroll in summer Continue reading i’ll college.
Two Wheels. One Dark Lord.
My man CaseNuggets sent this one to me via email one day recently. Seems both he & I were dumb enough to enroll in summer Continue reading i’ll college.
Two years ago, I bought a chain fattest chain I could find at Bimsco Hardware on Stone Avenue. Tonight I did the same thing I’ve Continue reading Hardening (of a chain)
Along light colored sand
she said: “Brown becomes the aesthetic.”
Only four years later, I get it. Continue reading My (beloved) Tucson favors the (ridden) bicycle
I don’t get serious very often, but do you know why you REALLY have today off? From the Letter From a Birmingham Jail to the famous Continue reading The tranquilizing drug of gradualism
I had not thought about my old friend The Big Hurt much of late. It wasn’t until my wife told me a story this week Continue reading The Big Hurt
Another one in from our man Senna. He writes, I post, you read. We all win. I’m watching out of my window. I’ve never noticed Continue reading I have at times had dreams of football.
I used to work with this guy back in the day. Loony as a bird. But once in a while something would come out of Continue reading Life Quotes
The thumb tack was pushed into her front tire, the tire and bike were both blue, it was a lady’s frame. Her tire was flat. Continue reading A blue bike and a thumbtack
Ladies & Gentlemen, meet Senna. He writes. I post. You read. The Kinetic Cathartic part I Where the castle once stood no less, a castle Continue reading The Kinetic Cathartic
I’ve been thinking more lately about cycling. About bicycles. About me. Actually riding bikes. I used to, you know. Once. Upon a time. I rode Continue reading A short break from the study of law
Men with popped collars I am surrounded by men with popped collars. Burberry, Polo, and Lacoste. Fear not I am near them, not of them.
Rhapsody on a Windy Night T.S. Eliot (1888-1965) Twelve o’clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Dissolve Continue reading Rhapsody on a Windy Night. T.S. Eliot