THIS is the start I needed for today.

It is awe-inspiringly quick AND fast, to be sure. The lap is amazing.

A pity.

Ivanka: She added, “... Trumps are fighters.”

“I have an idea.”

So much the better if that passenger is handy with pace nots.

Scrawled on other side in spray paint:

Nah, brah, I’m gonna need something with a little more street cred than an MP3 <takes swig of craft brew from brewery you’ve never heard of that I don’t like either but drink because no one has heard of it>

Some will have regrets. If I were a plastic surgeon, I’d immediately start to work on perfecting laser rebitchenation.

Hurry. UP.

“In a v twin it rotates along the plane of the bike’s travel...”

“I can still see my junk.”

Or that the Avengers were about to throw down.

Well, actuarilly...

Toasty toes, frosty nose.

YUP, same.

My entirely useful and insightful comment on the utter deliciousness of this:

If the wind generates enough Lyft, there could be quite a few scooters flying around Uberhead.

...blessed be their name, amen.

(Yeah, yeah, I know it’s a Ford mill; but it was RIGHT THERE)