
Originally Posted by
Jim2
They were even more upset when I suggested that Holland and Belgium, with their plethora of velocipedes, would be thrilled to accept their expert services.
You're bloody lucky. Bob Gibson (LTNZ) refuses to answer my calls.
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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