If you find some panties, this time they are mine.

There was a harmony in the way the spoke wrench moved. It never clattered into the rim or the hub or or any of the still slack spokes. It weaved through the air as if it was an appendage to his hand.

I've seen skillful bike mechanics work their magic and I had anticipated the visual pleasure. I hadn't expected the wheel building process to be an aural feast too. (?) The metallic brush of the spokes being gathered in hand, the ting of a spoke as the elbow dropped into the flange, the scuffle of the nipples moving on the work bench, the whir of the wrench fastening the nipples, the swish of the loosely suspended hub flopping about. Ping, ding,tinkle, chink, clink, jangle.

What a nice passage writing thing from Robert Penn. I pretty much just plagiarized the shit out that passage too. It was such a great piece of writing, as is the whole book, I just wanted to share with everyone. That and I like typing the word "nipple". I did however feel a bit racist when I typed the word "chink", but since he, I assume, meant it as a "sound", then I didn't "feel" that "bad".

Okay. So it is very rare that I write to entries back to back but I just wanted to share last nights funns with you alls.

It was brought to my attention by one of my readers that what I wrote in my last entry, something about "with holding the fact that I was giving her high gravity beer" and "lets see what happens", sounds like pre meditated rape.

Well the joke is on me cause apparently, though she claims innocence, my new found lady friend was planning the same date rape style night on me by trying to sneak in some tasty, but high in alcohol content, black lager.

9.9%?!

 And this isn't the first time she has pulled this (maybe where I got the idea?) on me. One of the first nights we hung out she brought over some Porter or something and I drank 6 of those and when I  woke up, I had a hang over and I couldn't remember much of the night before.

At first I was under the impression that she Ruffied my ass, did horrible things to me, took my cash and credit cards and sped away in my mint condition DeLorian that I rescued from an old lady and painstakingly refurbished with the money I accrued from selling all the bags of coke I found under the dash..... but upon cleaning the bottles up I noticed that it was 8% beer and that I never had a DeLorian or any money for her to take in the first place... And that possibly I am a light weight.

She claims to know nothing about it though. ;)

Apparently I can't pour

What's this have to do with bicycle or mechanics? Or wheels? Nothing. But the beer and the company was great. The Deconstruction tasted amazing, like wine, and fruit, and beer and the after taste was mind blowing. I popped when I opened it and fizzed in the glass. And in my mouth.... I would go into more detail but all the info got mixed up with all the other beer that was brought.

Baba it the 9.9...

Okay. So I got off track a bit buuuutttttt.... Till Next Time!