Bicycle.Punk Rock.Action

My War

Posted March 14, 2006 @ 6:06am | by Hurl

Man, I hate crashing. It's not that I don't ride on the edge sometimes, and expect to occasionally pay for my moto-trans(a)gression; I do. But yesterday I was able to get all the way to the shop during the season's gnarliest shitstorm of a snowstorm with no problems, and then today, I had to use my mad skillz to navigate the crusty snowpack that had been thrown over the fence by the MnDot goons onto my perfectly nice 394 frontage path. Turned over the 47 x 18 with suprising alacrity for such a pasty geezer. But I was to meet my nemesis at the base of the Mt. Curve climb. A bathtub size chunk of boilerplate ice mocked my attempt at straight-line servitude and the Steamroller's wheels went horizontal in all of a nano-second. I was intimate with the asphalt in a heartbeat. "Fuck this city!" I bellowed to no one in particular, but I'm sure the fellow pulling on his Briggs & Stratton snowblower starter heard me. Gathering myself quickly, I then pushed my bike up the icy slope, and for the rest of the ride I had "Police Story" by Black Flag stuck in my head: This fucking city is run by pigs they take the rights away from all the kids understand it we're fighting a war we can't win NO WAY they hate us we hate them Walk down the street I flip them off they hit me across the head with a billy club understand it we're fighting a war we can't win NO WAY they hate us we hate them So. I go to court pay for my crime stand in line pay bail while they serve time understand it we're fighting a war we can't win NO WAY they hate us we hate them P.S. Hollywood dropped by the shop this morning to remind me that tonight is the Motley Tuesday Reunion at the Star Bar up in Friendly Fridley. Get your Vince Neil on! gnome sane?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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