Occasionally I’m a do-it yourself kind of guy.
Rhymes with ‘your hair smells like bologna’.
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Monthly Archives: May 2011
If I was in charge…
there would be no need for a Memorial Day.
One for the weekend.
Oh no he ‘diuhnt..
Waiting by a phone that I’m afraid will never ring.
A thousand yard stare across a long and dirty.
The days in which we live have seen a trend develop in the racing and/or riding of the bicycle machines. This of course is the trend of endurance races across massive expanses of the Mid-West;
Talk about getting caught with your pants down.
I mean, here I was planning on being little more than a puff of smoke today, and then life and logic and science came along and made a fool out of me.
One for the weekend from DPow!
“Hey, you wanna go on an adventure?”
These were the words I asked the girl who lives in my house on Tuesday, regarding our possible attendance at Wednesday’s bicycle race.
Once upon a time…
… there was a guy named Dave. Dave spent years toiling in shops, and on the race circuit due to the simple fact that he had a long and passionate love affair with all aspects of the bicycle machine;
Photo courtesy Bicycle(dot)net
Open up your heart and you’ll risk getting a bunch of dirt and bugs and stuff in there.
As I fumbled through the darkness on Thursday morning in an attempt to gather my belongings, I piled onto the floor and made a drawing on the inside of the box in which Vinnie was to be buried.
