Nowhere to hide…
Keepin’ it real. From: Pistol Pete Subject: Nowhere to hide… So, Here we are, more than halfway through the first decade of the Twenty-first Century Continue reading
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Happy Thanksgiving
I’ve been up since six am, wail’n down the coffee and cleaning the house like a pro. I’ve got fam coming through, and my brother Continue reading
SS CX World Champs
I wasn’t anywhere near this shit and it still went off the hook. Go figure. From: Lou Subject: SS CX World Champs You missed this Continue reading
From the It Sucks To Be Him file . . .
. . . comes this item from The Associated Press: Man Killed by Gator While Fleeing Police MICCOSUKEE TRIBE INDIAN RESERVATION, Fla. (AP) — A Continue reading
A good idea
This one in from my mother. Really. From: Mom Subject: A good idea This is a good idea, regardless of political opinion. When you are Continue reading
Fucking drinking and fucking cycling
We are legion. Or Corey is anyway. I’m a fat fuck in a stupid redneck mountain town. From: Corey the Courier Subject: Fucking drinking and Continue reading
24 Hours of Moab Report
24 hours of Moab in the books. The kids has fun out there. Check the vid: From: stomparillaz Subject: @4hrs of Mooob Hola BIG jonny, Continue reading
It’s still good out on the road
More from out on the road with our boy Response. From: Response Subject: Holy HK Of course I managed to get food poisoning BEFORE I Continue reading
It’s good out on the road
This just in from one of the many Drunkcyclist Correspondents on the prowl: From: Response Subject: Travel guide with Primo. Chicago has a bike scene. Continue reading
Team Fat Bastard Bailed
Another fine reader email: From: Brice Subject: Emailing: F…FB.jpg Jonny, I realize that this is the same stale old story that has been around since Continue reading
Back in the saddle, missing the floor.
Been down so long, it looks like up to me. I just pulled down 351 new emails. I guess Daddy’s been a bit absent of Continue reading
The Fat Ass Quaker Abides
This is my last free weekend. On the 9th the worm turns. It is upon me again; yet another football season. And I say “upon” Continue reading