
Originally Posted by
Jim2
What about we invite a bunch of Pommy immigrants and then burn them in one of those big Celtic Wicker Men like my ancestors used to?
Ooh ooh lets burn the bastard English!!! 
They've had it coming since 1747...
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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