Just got through loading up both my Krampus and Pugsley single-speeds for a friend of a friend to borrow for the remainder of the weekend. Although it pains me to see $4000 in Surly goodness roll out of my driveway without me, I can sleep well knowing that as an ambassador of Pork, the joy they will produce far outweighs any risk. That's what criminally expensive and corrupt insurance is for, anyway.
I myself am taking out the newest pony in the stable, the sexy-ass Jones SS, for a romp in the dirt before the impending, animals-two-by-two deluge finally wets our fair city tomorrow evening. Hopefully the Pirate will return and get one or two last rides in with the 8 Lumens crew before he relocates out to Potville and leaves us mere mortals languishing in our own Boulevard-soaked feces...
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