Yeeeup. Custom bikes aren't cheap. See also: Firefly, Independent Fabrication, Moots, Bishop Bikes, Vanilla Bicycles, Don Walker, Scapegoat...anything from NAHBS.

"$1550 total for the frame and carbon Enve fork."

This guy hit the home run there: http://www.politico.com/magazine/story…

My folks run a farm in Ohio and use the shit out of their trucks. They aren't towing space shuttles, but they put them through the ringer year-round.

51,371 people live inside the capitol building?

We could lump them all into one: common sense.

They generally don't. Occasionally, after drinking a dozen $6 Bud Lights, a few will escape the playpen bound by Irving Park, Armitage, Southport and the Lake, and come to at Carol's, wondering why they're not at Kincade's anymore .

EOTW: I like that this happened at Carol's Pub. Whenever I set foot in there, my knee-jerk is to order a High Life and shot of Wild Turkey, which I never drink anywhere else. It's the only 5am honky-tonk bar in the city worth losing a jacket at. I hope that giant old doorguy, who looks like Santa wearing faded denim…

Interesting. I just finished a book about Yuri Gagarin. I will sit here an armchair-speculate the politics behind the explosion.

Conversely, I went to 12 years of Catholic school. I'm 28. I don't recall once ever diagramming a sentence.

Yep. This wins. Also, Google "websites of the insane."

So surly! There's a bike for that.

You seem like someone I'd like to go ride with.

Or Surly Hell. That's an easy-drinkin' lager. Props to Half Acre for making the list!

I think he paused to check the shit that instantly filled his pants.

Yeah, you probably don't see anyone, period, at The Cell.

Word. Have you ever been to The Boundary at Damen/Division? HOLY BROS. One of my pals had me meet him there after Do Division last year, as he was hanging on some older woman with Skrillex or LMFAOXXO!@! or whatever the fuck they're called, and I did not fit in. Never again.

Yeah, I was going to mention RN. But I feel that while, yes, bros do flock to River North, there's still an element of decorum you must abide by. Whereas in the area I outlined, drunken Bro decorum doesn't exist. Also, having been roped into Bro outings in River North, it's so fucking expensive that getting blacked…

Ha, thanks. Just popped in my head. That logo always sort of bewildered me. The Cub in that logo doesn't look particularly interested in baseball. Rather, like he's just shuffling his way across the hat with a tool, ready to take on his rote, mindless task: losing.

Hey, post it one more time.