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I can’t say I’ll rush right out and see this one. But, then again, I’m not all that sure I won’t see it either. George Continue reading W – the fucking movie?
One time out on the road, a few years ago, when I actually rode a bike more than once every two weeks (yeah, it’s that Continue reading Eight the hard way
I don’t really care what anyone says about this post, up or down. I’m feeling this one. I’ve listened to this song something like 72 Continue reading Interpol – Rest My Chemistry
I’m not sure how this will all play out yet. Well, no one is. But it looks like some good news from where I’m standing. Continue reading Happy Friday, tip them cups
Another day, another dollar. Another week, another five bucks. Can’t say I’m sorry to see it gone. At least I’ve been riding my bike to Continue reading Happy Friday
The snow and cold weather just keeps on coming through. People keep telling me, “Hey, at least the trails will be in great shape!” Continue reading No one loves a Tuesday. Not even the bastards mother…
Snowing like all hell again in Flagstaff, Arizona. File this under “the view from my window”: Big Jonny declined excitement. File this under “fucking up Continue reading Friday is as Friday does
I spend last Sunday in hiding. I avoided the telephone and internet, and most people truthfully, until the magic hour of 2:00 pm. For that Continue reading Hump Day and then some
A whole lot has been written on this site lately, mostly in the comment section following bikepunk’s George Carlin is awesome post, regarding the concept Continue reading Drunkcyclist, our worst critics prefer to stay.