I’m Just Sayin’…
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Two Wheels. One Dark Lord.
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Open Letter to My Father: Maybe it’s you up there in the sky shining like a star, looking down on me from the heavens. Maybe Continue reading DaddyHawk VIII lived through another one.
Well. Piss-boring, shit-tired winter. Not anymore. It’s time to talk with one of cycling’s founding fathers, Hurl Everstone. If you read this site frequently and Continue reading Fireside Chat with Hurl Everstone
Just so y’all know. Oh, and new crap up at the Nest of the Hawk Teflon spittin’ and written, I stab kitten. Happy New Year, Continue reading My Carrera weighs a ton.
Hey, listen — Most folks know that when you ask someone for something, you have to give them something in return. It’s pretty fucking basic. Continue reading I’m broke, too.
I spent far too long watching the tube tonight. Given that we only have about 12 or 16 accidental channels that happen to squeak in Continue reading I just drank the Kool-Aid
My brain’s still swimming in the fetid, swampy foam of last night. Fuck, man.
He studies the Law. Big Jonny’s rants lie in wait. Thursday Haiku lives.
I’m developing some new clipless shoes and would appreciate any feedback from any of you. These should be much better on bikepunk’s knees.
Lance Rules
So i made some more crap. One of the craps is even bike-related. Whoa, dewds. Maybe you wanna check it out. HAWK DO ART This Continue reading Hawk do Art
Man, in my ever-continuing search for my birth dad, I keep running across dudes that, because of their ridiculous cool factor, make me think, “Hmmmm. Continue reading Papa?