Bikes are meant to be ridden, and ridden hard. Tall and skinny for tight curves and splitting lanes, sissy bars for overnight adventures and packs full of tools, whiskey and sleeping rolls. This is the way of the road, shoulder to shoulder with your brothers, there is no better way to live. See you out there.
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lördag 27 mars 2010
fredag 26 mars 2010
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SPRING SPRINGS AGAIN
When the morning sun hits the asphalt, and you stagger zombie-like to the shed after a sun-free and wind-in-yer-face-less dark winter, spring juices welling up under your hairdo, to drag your trusty Milwaukee tractor from under the camel hair blanket, fill her up with a drop of well-aged gas from that rusty canteen, hop on, put on the freshly laundered helmet, push the button, and ... nnnzzzttppphhtt, nnnnzzztpphhtt ... nothing. Holy ---- ! Burnt piston? Someone stole the engine? Squirrel in the carb? Or could it just be, that you somehow just plain forgot to plug in that trickle charger over the winter in your hibernation stupor?
W W
When the morning sun hits the asphalt, and you stagger zombie-like to the shed after a sun-free and wind-in-yer-face-less dark winter, spring juices welling up under your hairdo, to drag your trusty Milwaukee tractor from under the camel hair blanket, fill her up with a drop of well-aged gas from that rusty canteen, hop on, put on the freshly laundered helmet, push the button, and ... nnnzzzttppphhtt, nnnnzzztpphhtt ... nothing. Holy ---- ! Burnt piston? Someone stole the engine? Squirrel in the carb? Or could it just be, that you somehow just plain forgot to plug in that trickle charger over the winter in your hibernation stupor?
W W
onsdag 24 mars 2010
tisdag 23 mars 2010
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måndag 22 mars 2010
lördag 13 mars 2010
onsdag 10 mars 2010
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