http://waxingofflyrically.blogspot.c...-universe.html
There's a bunch of other people out there too, some of whom live in the most remote city in the world. Perth.
http://waxingofflyrically.blogspot.c...-universe.html
There's a bunch of other people out there too, some of whom live in the most remote city in the world. Perth.
If a man is alone in the woods and there isn't a woke Hollywood around to call him racist, is he still white?
G'werk, Jum.
Keep on keeping on.
What? You mean to tell me that youve stopped being a bastard temporarily? Is it lent or something?
Bah! Now I will have to hobble down your way on my fucked up hip and buy you coffee you post modernist liberal conservative rabble rouser...
Goodonyermate!
You don't get to be an old dog without learning a few tricks.
Shorai Powersports batteries are very trick!
Nice one Jim, I liked your message!
And remember, if you ever want to have a bit of fun on the coolest little 2 stroke in the world, you know where I am.
I look forward to your return to full and healthy cynicism.
Wow, what a message, Jim.
Well done and if you need a big V-twin for a weekend, it would take me nothing to get it back on the road for you.
"...you meet the weirdest people riding a Guzzi !!..."
Dont you believe it for a second.... I rang him and offered to buy him a coffee (well tea in his case) and he claimed he didnt have time as he was busy working AND he sounded happy about it... THEN he chuckled (well technically it was a cough but it sounded a bit chuckly...) WORSE he had a wee gloat about his bloody Ipad2 that he won, WON I tell you, and sounded almost delerious... I thought I had a wrong number....
Nope - Jims shifting into a cheerfully optomistic phase, I wonder if Ken Ring has any thoughts on this because it does sound like the start of the appocalypse...
Jesus Jim, lay off the booze will ya!
"Some people are like clouds, once they fuck off, it's a great day!"
Jesus James, you've become such a pussy of late.
What happened to our favourite curmudgeon?![]()
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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