If you are neither of the above categories than take note, you get a hallpass.
Flannel long sleeve shirts.
My sincere, deep and hones apologies if you are they. I'll look deeply into your eyes and whisper "honey, no."
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If you are neither of the above categories than take note, you get a hallpass.
Flannel long sleeve shirts.
My sincere, deep and hones apologies if you are they. I'll look deeply into your eyes and whisper "honey, no."
flan1.jpg
Last edited by Too Tall; 09-11-2020 at 03:28 PM.
Josh Simonds
www.nixfrixshun.com
www.facebook.com/NFSspeedshop
www.bicycle-coach.com
Vsalon Fromage De Tête
I worked at the Coffee Connection in Cambridge, MA summer after sophomore year in college while attending BU art school. One Saturday night after work I swung a leg over my bike to ride home to Brookline and went right over the other side. Though what I wore escapes me, I was listening to Bob Marley and made it home without further incident.
Jay Dwight
Huge style points.
I've got another. Sitting on a beach with some pals maybe outside Tel Aviv maybe drinking to excess cheap wine. When we decided to break up the party I got on my bicycle and started wobbling home. "Oh looky at that State Flag just asking to be taken home". Imagine drunk me way up a flag pole unclipping this flag because the cord was locked? Imagine there were armed patrols incoming who, thank g-d, were too engaged to look up. I was pooping square bricks until they passed by. Still have that flag.
Who knew that riding bicycles while drunk was a good idea?
*PS There was NO flannel involved.
Last edited by Too Tall; 11-17-2020 at 03:00 PM.
Josh Simonds
www.nixfrixshun.com
www.facebook.com/NFSspeedshop
www.bicycle-coach.com
Vsalon Fromage De Tête
That could have ended poorly.
I bet you've given that some thought over the years.
You captured the flag. I'd definitely keep that.
Jay Dwight
The last time I rode a bicycle drunk was the last time I was drunk and the last time I had a drink.
It's become a thing in Flanders.
https://www.grinta.be/nl/blog/lumber...mburgse-kempen
Chikashi Miyamoto
Guy Washburn
Photography > www.guywashburn.com
“Instructions for living a life: Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.”
– Mary Oliver
Flannel-lined jeans are a plus for low-speed spills brought on by inebriation.
This may or may not have something to do with a recent celebratory lap of the neighborhood, after dark, on the fat bike. Covid risk from a labrador retriever licking your face while laying in a leafy gutter, that’s near zero, right?
PS tire pressure was all wrong
Trod Harland, Pickle Expediter
Not everything that is faced can be changed, but nothing can be changed until it is faced. — James Baldwin
Last edited by guido; 11-18-2020 at 05:25 PM.
Guy Washburn
Photography > www.guywashburn.com
“Instructions for living a life: Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.”
– Mary Oliver
I predict this thread has a long life.
Josh Simonds
www.nixfrixshun.com
www.facebook.com/NFSspeedshop
www.bicycle-coach.com
Vsalon Fromage De Tête
When I was a youth I had an uncontrolled problem and it is fortunate I had no car because I'd ride my bike home and next day not remember.
Used To Be’s (what a great name for a bar) was about 2+ miles from my folks beach house in NJ.
Our options were: get a ride there and walk back or just ride the beach cruisers. This was way before Uber and cabs were scarce enough that even if you successfully called one it’d have been likely to get snagged by someone else before you were able to climb in.
Rt 35 was two lanes in each direction separated by a block in between, including said tavern. Speed limit 35-40 and full of jersey shore idiots on the weekend. Thank gawd the shoulder was clearly painted and nearly the width of a third lane on its own. I shudder to think.
Last edited by robin3mj; 11-18-2020 at 10:21 PM.
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