A trip to the end of my wet and worn-out rope.
I didn’t have a whole lot of time, but I had a whole lot of reason, a whole lot of want, and a whole lot Continue reading A trip to the end of my wet and worn-out rope.
Author Archives: Snake Hawk
this is just totally out of control
i know you’re all reluctant bottoms just looking for that special someone who will let you finally give the back rub. well lay back down, Continue reading this is just totally out of control
just a little off the top, please.
while judi and domenic were hussying about the pool zone, snakehawk went a-biking. i went for two rides this past holiday weekend, which is pretty Continue reading just a little off the top, please.
in the wake of (r)adness.
went “home” this past weekend. “home” is indiana, where pops lives. it was wedding time, and snakehawk’s daddy‘s, as it were. it’s never too late Continue reading in the wake of (r)adness.
Bike Shop Struck Again.
This just went down in Carrboro, NC. The whole side of a bike shop just got taken care of. PROPPA. Happy Memorial weekend, DC’ers.
a picture paints a dozen words.
words such as “is snakehawk ever going to sack up and reclaim glory once more?” food for thought.
wheels of fortune, anybody?
today at work i came across this bike. hey pat, i’d like to solve the puzzle, please. apparently the factory is still wrestling with the Continue reading wheels of fortune, anybody?
Racing is as Racing Does.
One time i witnessed big kitchen racing, foaming at the mouth like a shitty science project. bleeding from the eyes. the hair on the back Continue reading Racing is as Racing Does.
i jam econo.
do what you can, when you can. yesterday i had a smidgeon of time so i used it to jam in a little trailtime, hawk-style. Continue reading i jam econo.
This Bike is a Stepladder
I’m borrowing the title of the post from this, of course: check it. (or crink here to their Myspace for a listen.) shit’s good. We Continue reading This Bike is a Stepladder
Warpspeed, you steamy box of shit.
They were the bane of every mechanic with whom i wrenched, these corn bespeckled wads of Christmas cheer. The product of bullshit efforts that rode Continue reading Warpspeed, you steamy box of shit.
The world is your tusk, Mr. Eskimo.
Eskimo has no real equivalents to our words “create” or “make” which presuppose imposition of the self on matter. The closest Eskimo term “to work Continue reading The world is your tusk, Mr. Eskimo.