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A reader sent in a photo of his bike. Well, mostly his bike. A little bit of his bike?
From: senna
I figured this one could make it into ‘caption this’ or at least ‘two wheels one dark..” Anyway, this image captures what my life is about, perty much.
That bike you can’t see much of is indeed a LaBan. LaBan #22.
Damn straight, Sugar Daddy Lucifer. Is that a nail gun?
Laban, is in Rick Laban? I don’t think I’ve ever seen one of those.
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You have 24 hours, Pliskin. Get moving.
Looks like all the makings for a bad derivation of rock-paper-scissors.
bike packing.
…a photo synopsis of props from the next Quentin Tarantino move.
My first thought. “Hey that’s a mossberg 500 and what sort of beer is that and is that a road or cyclo-cross bike.” Yup I’m an Alaskan bike geek.
Getting ready for the next delivery of hillbilly home brew.
Where’s Husky?
Is that sake?
Fix the door, fix the wife, fix the thirst and go riding!
Kirk-
can you check Palin’s garage? Is this her’s? There might be hope that she has some sort of intelligence.
Mossberg sold at hippy swap meet. Sorry.
Nailgun is inop. (friends don’t let friends buy Chinese tools)
6 ea rds buck shot not accounted for. Ummmm…
Radiator not connected. Wingnut landlady. Cold room.
That sake is damn good, but gone. Switching to beer.
And you can get my LaBan when you pry it from my cold dead fingerless gloved hands.
This just in: violation of the NFL’s drug policy leads to zero-day suspension:
http://www.startribune.com/local/35540029.html?elr=KArks:DCiUBcy7hUiD3aPc:_Yyc:aUU
I’m not real impressed.
Mikey
I just missed Husky blowing chunks on Turkey day at the beginning of the annual ride. I’m sure it was classic.
necessity
sake_drinker_onbike_nohands_Swan_ave
You wouldn’t be talking about the swan ave in the 85718 zip code would you? If so, that could be an interesting combination.
scorekeeper scot,
Come to think of it I’ve never heard of Sarah riding bikes. She may have, but we never saw her when we were hanging out at The Bike Exchange drinking beer.
I think this could be a pic of my gifts on Christmas when I was 10, minus the sake obviously, plus some Bourbon.
The rails to trails in Muhlenberg Co. Kentucky goes mostly through a swamp with a few railroad tie bridges, so I’m pretty sure all of these are a necessity when riding out there.
The guns not just for the bobcat that hangs out there, but also for the guy thats always out there huffing paint from his sock, he means no harm though.
I work for a living,
ride for sanity,
get sudsy at the end of the day.
and sometimes I just like to blow the holy crap out of shit.
my 4 toys.