A fast fairy is a poofter with premature ejaculation issues. In ordinary conversation, it’s difficult to tell the difference between fast fairy and fast ferry. This is about the latter.
Rochester’s fast ferry has been in town about a month now after arriving three weeks late. The thing is fucking huge. Five [...]
...standing at the main bus stop downtown on a sunny afternoon, a well-dressed woman with a black leather soft-side briefcase offers you her card—Downtown Accident and Injury LLC.
Apparently ambulance chasing has tanked as thoroughly as the rest of the economy. This could explain why the Bar Association is thinning the ranks, just like every [...]
Last night was one of those nights where I was so sensitive to sound that I could feel it. I can feel it all over, but it’s most annoying on my cheeks and eyes. Closing my eyes doesn’t always help.
I know it sounds weird, but I can feel it, and the differences in [...]
I don’t smoke indoors any more. I got out of the habit living at Mark’s and of course you can’t smoke indoors in public in New York State.
I like my kitchen door the opens out onto the balcony/fire escape. That’s where I go to smoke and it’s much more convenient for coming and [...]
An entirely wasted fucking day. And it’s all my fault.
Back in January a guy broungt me his dead PC to resurrect. The hard drive had developed bad sectors right in the middle of some key files Win98 needs to boot. I advised him of his options and he decided to get another [...]
I’ve been in the new apartment for a month now. The first couple of weeks were more chaotic than I’d hoped. On top of the usual moving sorts of things and sorting out stuff, there were the diffuculties with getting the rest of my stuff over here. That was settled on the [...]
As you may already know or suspect, Jeffrey has been back in my life for some time now. Two-and-a-half years actually. He’s presently staying as a guest of Governor Patacki at Auburn Correctional Facility. I get a ride to the prison for visits, usually on the first Tuesday of the month. [...]
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Someday we’ll all look back on this, and plow right into a parked car.
Just as man evolved from four feet to two, some have evolved from four wheels to two.
Tourers and commuters are a lot alike. Both breeds usually choose a sturdy, yet no-nonsense bike, and both usually have to carry more than your usual OCP roadie. We take tips, tricks, and underground secret information from almost every other type of cyclist, chew it up, and spit out a form of cycling science that manifests itself as a fusion of both basic transportation and recreational riding all at once.—ax0n
You shouldn’t anthropomorphize bikes. They don’t like it when you do that—JustBrowsing
Somewhere on gayforums.net there’s a thread that goes “I just shaved my legs and got some tight lycra shorts. Do you think it would make look like a cyclist or not?”—From yet another “Does wearing lycra make me look gay?” thread on bikeforums.net
I don’t hate cars per se, but the lifestyle they encourage is as lethal and self-destructive as any drug.—Cosmoline
I guess for me it boiled down to a realization that a bike was the right tool for the job. Using a 3,000 pound vehicle move me and my briefcase 2.5 miles to work everyday was like using a steamroller to press my shirts—they'd be wrinkle free, but an iron would be a better choice.—chocula
Starve a terrorist—ride a bike to work. It’s not just good for the environment, it’s good for civilization.—NotAsFat
When all the gasoline runs out, the Priuses are going to be dead on the side of the road right beside the Hummers.
Who is more patriotic, the person who commutes to work on a bike, or the guy who slaps a US flag decal on his SUV that gets 12 miles per gallon?—Jim Caple (ESPN)
I’m on the odd side of now but the right side of history.—Woodog
What’s the point of a bike if you can only ride it on weekends and you can’t even carry anything with you?—madfiNch