Saturday, August 27, 2011

It's time to dust off your Byke...

 I love the smell of hairy palms in the morning. You know, one time we walked the Long Beach Cycle Swap for 12 hours. When it was all over, I barfed my breakfast up. We didn't find one single thing worth a shit, not one stinkin' thing made in America. Not a bolt, or a tassel, or a leather luster tube o' lube. The smell, you know that fake leather Made In Paki piss tanned smell, the whole parking lot, smelled like a Chinese Men's Bathhouse with a backed up sewer main.
 See YOU there!
"Please let it be good, please, please. No more non-cycle vendors!"

1 comment:

Mikhail said...

See ya there buddy. Oh for the love of god, let there be Evo parts. Don't make me change my religion!