After that Daily News story appeared on the front page yesterday, about 500 people checked out this little blog, most of them never to return. Now I can get back to the kind of odd material that means little to anyone who doesn't know a QR skewer from a star nut, and interests only a few of those who do.It's time to dive into weekend chores and hope there'll be enough time left for a ride.
It's also time for the annual Tour de Surreal, aka the Iditarod Trail Invitational. This one's for the true hardcore crowd. The kind of people who like to hallucinate without the benefit of drugs. The guys who like all that finding-what-they're-made-of, testing-themselves-against-the-elements shit.
Me? I'll be at home trying not to cut my finger on that little aluminum thing they wrap around the top of the bottle of cabernet.
Go, Pete, go!
1 comment:
Glad you learned how to spell Y'all, that's a very important word, you know...or ya'no
I lived in Georgia for a few years...It's a 'hol dif'rent whorld down theer
I got a good laugh from this, them southerners r real fun people
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