Thursday’s Poem – Overheard at the Bike Shop
Overheard at the Bike Shop Someday I will sell a collection of your letters to the editor, on ebay, for one hundred and fifty dollars. Continue reading Thursday’s Poem – Overheard at the Bike Shop
Two Wheels. One Dark Lord.
Overheard at the Bike Shop Someday I will sell a collection of your letters to the editor, on ebay, for one hundred and fifty dollars. Continue reading Thursday’s Poem – Overheard at the Bike Shop
From: Erik Subject: Old Bike Poems I loved seeing “The Scorcher” a few days ago, it is one of my favorites. It was written probably Continue reading Thursday’s Poem – Old Bike Poems
Breath deep. And read. I predict there will soon be new stories about more torture tapes that were destroyed and new stories about more high-level Continue reading Steal, flip, bounce: “Torture Tapes are the Watergate of Our Times.”
When you go looking for justice, that’s what you’re going to find. Just us. The family of a bicyclist who was struck and killed by Continue reading My My, Hey Hey (Out of the Blue)
This guys sounds like one of my relatives. A man nearly died from alcohol poisoning after quaffing a liter (two pints) of vodka at an Continue reading Possible DC fan on the mend?
Somehow I’m guessing the driver will be found at fault. And the badge/uniform thing is just a coincidence. A “civilian” gets run over, big deal. Continue reading Hey Hey, My My (Into the Black)
This ought to make you glad for what you have. I know it did for me. From: Kid Wonder Subject: Some wives rule. Some wives Continue reading Some wives rule. Some wives suck ass
From: nate Subject: price of oil: bullshit I don’t know if you’re interested or follow this issue, but it was about time for a political Continue reading The actual value of things…
I’m not sure how many French based events Pennsylvania’s favorite Dirty Birdie had penciled in on his calendar for ‘08, but it looks like he Continue reading Landis 86’d from lowly non-UCI events in France. World rejoices.
Hasn’t this country learned anything from the last time we elected some pious buffoon spittin’ country grammar? Is it really as simple as “I believe Continue reading I don’t heart Huckabee
Oh my… Would you believe I published this post at 9:11 pm? What am I, Rudy fucking Giuliani?
I like what these guys have going on. Pedal up, blaze down. Unlike many slender and pretty mountain roads in Western Virginia, U.S. 221 down Continue reading Biking Bent Mountain