
Here’s where I’ve been after a few days in the VeloBarrel, a Bicycle Retailer deadline and a primary that seems proof positive that the Republican Party no longer exists as such. If Barry Goldwater saw his party today, he’d ask Curtis LeMay bomb it back to the Stone Age. Or maybe forward to the Stone Age.
Whatever. After finishing my chores and viewing with alarm, albeit in private, I fled Bibleburg for a place with hot water a-plenty but without wi-fi, cell service and black helicopters. More later.
Oh, by the way … I already own a blue helmet, a nifty Rudy Project with a visor and everything. I’m gonna have to get creative with some press-on white lettering, which I just happen to have on hand.
