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bikeish
Yesterday, the stitches came out, so naturally, the wound not being fully healed, kinda spread apart, into an oval, it's no longer a crescent, and of course, the scab wasn't big enough to cover, so it re-opened. More messy than anything. So I haven't been riding, except as absolutely necessary. Haven't been doing a lot of repairing, or bikework, because that involves a lot of bending, as a consequence, been mostly sitting around with my thumb up my ass.
And missing a few events here and there, as the bike is my only means of transportation. And realizing how important the bike is, and my lifestyle that surrounds it.
I like bike.
To Sertac: I only met you really, a couple times, and watched you become a part of our odd little group. I hope you're biking and climbing in the good place, with magic people on magic bicycles.
For those who weren't there: The Rouge Noir Cabaret was quite the show! Pretty tough not to like a whole stageful of gorgeous women dancing their hearts out. Red Sara could singlehandedly bring back the hotpants-hotness! And in more ways than one-the room was hot, the acts were hot, the ladies were hot...speaking of which, Leanne's performance-such a delightfully dirty mind she has! Stripping a bike down to the frame (with appropos music of course) to cries of "Take it off! Take it all off!" And indeed she did-even the crank came off. My. Puts new meaning to "bikes are dirty"...hee hee...Lee did a rap bit that was truly amazing, and wore a variety of scanty ensembles...one for each poem, I think. The housewrecker, though, was them thar accordion shennigans by none other than the mighty Creaking Planks, a refreshingly bad band who lovingly destroy every cover they play...I have never quite heard NIN massacred quite so well (Help me, I've broke apart my insides" But on accordion.). even better, The Planks managed to both turn industrial into some very warped countryish music, and made the song kinda perky and happy. Rowan cannot sing, not a note, although I am suspicious he may have hit a good note once or twice when he wasn't looking, and we thank him for that, because it sure doesn't stop him, and presents a nifty style-a sort of half singing, half spoken thing, with much attendant faces.
And of course, what can I say about the BC:Clettes that hasn't been said? Just this: there was an MC3 ride last Friday, and the nattily attired Dale, looking like a bicycle mafioso in his sharksin suit, opined that none of the ladies of MC3 were present, how could we represent? Yes, it seems that the gals of MC3 may well be most of MC3! Without 'em, it was a very small ride-cause they stole all the guys...who were at the cabaret.
Methinks we should have a celebratory ride, upon their return from the mighty road trip to L.A.
And missing a few events here and there, as the bike is my only means of transportation. And realizing how important the bike is, and my lifestyle that surrounds it.
I like bike.
To Sertac: I only met you really, a couple times, and watched you become a part of our odd little group. I hope you're biking and climbing in the good place, with magic people on magic bicycles.
For those who weren't there: The Rouge Noir Cabaret was quite the show! Pretty tough not to like a whole stageful of gorgeous women dancing their hearts out. Red Sara could singlehandedly bring back the hotpants-hotness! And in more ways than one-the room was hot, the acts were hot, the ladies were hot...speaking of which, Leanne's performance-such a delightfully dirty mind she has! Stripping a bike down to the frame (with appropos music of course) to cries of "Take it off! Take it all off!" And indeed she did-even the crank came off. My. Puts new meaning to "bikes are dirty"...hee hee...Lee did a rap bit that was truly amazing, and wore a variety of scanty ensembles...one for each poem, I think. The housewrecker, though, was them thar accordion shennigans by none other than the mighty Creaking Planks, a refreshingly bad band who lovingly destroy every cover they play...I have never quite heard NIN massacred quite so well (Help me, I've broke apart my insides" But on accordion.). even better, The Planks managed to both turn industrial into some very warped countryish music, and made the song kinda perky and happy. Rowan cannot sing, not a note, although I am suspicious he may have hit a good note once or twice when he wasn't looking, and we thank him for that, because it sure doesn't stop him, and presents a nifty style-a sort of half singing, half spoken thing, with much attendant faces.
And of course, what can I say about the BC:Clettes that hasn't been said? Just this: there was an MC3 ride last Friday, and the nattily attired Dale, looking like a bicycle mafioso in his sharksin suit, opined that none of the ladies of MC3 were present, how could we represent? Yes, it seems that the gals of MC3 may well be most of MC3! Without 'em, it was a very small ride-cause they stole all the guys...who were at the cabaret.
Methinks we should have a celebratory ride, upon their return from the mighty road trip to L.A.
a refreshingly bad band who lovingly destroy every cover they play
I have never quite heard NIN massacred quite so well
Re. the reopening wound, squeeze it back together and tape it shut with whatever tape you got. They make special first aid tape available at drug stores too. 3M Micropore it's called but whatever you gots use. Also Vitamin E oil will prevent scarring. (Unless of course you want a nifty scar for street cred.)
Take the time where you're laid up to do indoor things then.