....is that how they get the holes in the bikkies................eeeeewwwwwwwwwww![]()
....is that how they get the holes in the bikkies................eeeeewwwwwwwwwww![]()
right here
Horses or bikes.
it's all good...![]()
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.
They shall not grow old as we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the evening,
we will remember them
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