My dad was on tour once and went through NH. He decided that for the first time in 50 Years he would ride without a helmet. He made it for about 15 minutes. Pulled off and put it back on. This is a man who wouldn’t wear a seatbelt for the first 40 odd years of his life.

“ Is one of your balls a little lower than the other?”

As a cost save name it after this guy:

The dust buster. I worked in a dealership as a car detailer when those were out. I fucking HATED cleaning the front glass and dash. My short arms and fat fingers meant I had to just about climb onto the dash to get to the very bottom.

Rapide et Furieux:Poutine Drift

Fuckers. I can smell it up here in Canadia too.

That’s it.

Those don’t look real. No one has teeth that white.

I was expecting a lass with big ears.

Maybe in somebody’s imagination, dad wanted a Challenger, mom wanted a Durango, and they bumped heads and fell in love all over again when they walked by this thing posted up at their local Dodge dealer.

I’ve been told I’m so generic, I look like other people. Every teacher, boss, co-worker, etc. has at some point called me by another name (yes this is hyperbole, but only just).

I have to do that with my bike. Putt-Putt in 2nd or 3rd out of the street, but once I get to the main artery, BlaPPP!

Trip over Barron Trump at a Photo Op at the White House?

I actually read an article on a vehicle i have no interest in. good work!

And a Dale.

I know y’all like to think it snows all year and we live in igloos up here, but sometimes we get the Dance Fever! and when we do, like the Yanks, we too go clubbing!!! Just mostly on boats, Ice floes, and apparently old men on bikes.

We have the HST now. Harmonized Sales Tax. Just one big gouge instead of two little ones.

You MONSTER!!

I’m a pretty big boy. Either way all you end up with is my fat ass on the ground and a broken board.

So a couple of years ago my dad died.