Editor’s note: The following is a guest post from Field Marshal Turkish von Turkenstein (commander, 1st Feline Home Defense Regiment).
We have been to the dentist. We are not amused. We wish we were a bear like the one on the Apple TV screensaver. Then when someone thought we needed to go to the dentist we could slap all the ass off of them and eat a salmon with our funky teefers.
Since the weather outside is frightful, and likely to remain that way for some time, I’ve decided to launch a new touring magazine for the fainthearted: Dricycling.
It should work for agoraphobes, too. But I’m not going out looking for any.
… some remorseless tyrant has snatched up our gorgeous Southwestern colors!
I should grab up the ol’ smokepole and go looking for them. Will y’all promise to send snacks? A federal disability check? The media?
Thanks, Obama!
Lord, it was a beautiful day to ride the bike.
I was actually overdressed for a change — three long-sleeved jerseys, a light Pearl Izumi jacket with winter gloves, heavy Descente winter bib tights, wool socks, Sidis with Castelli booties, tuque under the helmet — and while I was glad for all that during my descent of Tramway, when I turned around and started climbing I began wishing that I’d clipped some panniers full of lighter-weight kit to the Salsa Marrakesh’s rear rack.
Instead, I stuffed the jacket into a jersey pocket and enjoyed the unexpected warmth.
The temps had risen to the low 40s by the time I returned to my heavily fortified compound, which I had left in the capable paws of Field Marshal Turkish von Turkenstein (commander, 1st Feline Home Defense Regiment).
The Turk’ reports that the most immediate threat to the security of El Rancho Pendejo comes not from Y’all-Qaeda, but rather from the skies. The weather wizards are calling for light snow through Friday.
Maybe we should ask the Weather Underground to occupy the Weather Underground.
Huh. If memory serves, when a bunch of smelly hippies, Injuns and uppity colored people tried pulling this seditious shit they got shut down right fast, shot all to be damn, jailed, and vilified for decades afterward.
Even candidates for office were derided for having “palled around” with them.
Ah, but I was so much older then. I’m younger than that now.
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