Do you know that song Fake Plastic Trees by Radiohead? I don’t know why but I can’t move passed the idea that the trees are fake plastic and not fake comma plastic trees. I don’t think that the comma is necessary and it may in fact be grammatically correct to forgo said comma but it still vexes me. I’m also strangely obsessed with the fact that Tom Yorke has that wonky eye that seems to be in a perpetual state of almost winking. That and he looks a liiiiiiittle too much like a gelfling from the Dark Crystal but that is a whole other conversation for another time.
Fake Plastic Trees at Empire restaurant in Huntington, NY.
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Non-Moto: Baitacular
M o n d a y , J a n u a r y 5 , 2 0 0 9
I don't really know if Baitacular is really a quality that I would ever personally strive to achieve, but, okay. I suppose there are equally idiotic adjectives floating around out there in common-speak. Just remember baybeez... you saw it here first!
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Wave the Flag
T h u r s d a y , N o v e m b e r 6 , 2 0 0 8
Snapped this pic on Sunday out in Greenport while I was just poking around. It just seems kind of fitting for this week~
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Duck, Duc... Puss
S u n d a y , O c t o b e r 2 6 , 2 0 0 8
It was unseasonably warm today, near 70 degrees the last I looked at about 2:30. I popped out for about 2 hours on the Duc this afternoon. Being that she is no longer my main ride, it often takes me a half an hour to get acclimated to her idiosyncrasies and to scrub the pussy-shine off the tires. I'm always a little hesitant those first 30 miles or so. No doubt volumes can and have been written about the behavior of this red devil. She’s not nice.She doesn’t want to be your friend and she sure as hell isn’t afraid to let you know. I know another girl like that.
I must be some sort of masochist because I think that all of these things are precisely what draws me to her. She’s my dysfunctional relationship. She’s mean, but oh so beautiful and I love her too much to quit her. When things with her are good, it’s h-o-t. You get off of her with a big smile on your face and butterflies of excitement in your belly. When things go bad… just like dealing with any other hot tempered woman, it is an exercise in frustration.
The more you muscle her, the more resistant she becomes. She takes a light touch. You’ve got to use your whole body with her move around on the seat, weight the pegs, never loading up the bars. If you are passive with her, she will walk all over you.
For some people, it’s the toilet but me, I do all of my best thinking on the bike. Sadly all of my incredibly brilliant thoughts evaporate into the ether once the key is turned off. Obviously.
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Too Good to Let it Go
T h u r s d a y , O c t o b e r 1 6 , 2 0 0 8
I went out for my first ride in three weeks this past Monday. I popped out of bed, happy that it was a holiday and knowing that all of my responsibilities were suspended for the majority of the day. My mental fog must have finally begun to clear as the first thing that I thought of was... I'm going for a ride.
Armed with exactly no plan, we set out for a few hours on the island. It was one of those days were the road just seemed to pull me along without my consciousness having too much say in the matter. We cruised out passed Sag Harbor, through South Hampton and ultimately stopping to have lunch in Montauk. Hours literally evaporated from my day. It felt really nice to just roll along.
The Shagwong Best name for a restaurant, ever. Say it out loud. No, really. Awesome, right? Shagwong, shagwong, shagwong...
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