Sleep-Riding

yea mine was on the steps, just a half flight up from the alley. Wonder it wasn't taken, along with the food in my fridge, and the car from my garage.

My worst escapades come from when i was in Wash DC and putting back cheap beers from 3PM on every day. Combine that with friends that have no morals, an arc welder, a penchant for "rescuing" old bikes from the dumpster and the immaturity to think that mutilated bikes are fun, and you've got disaster. Broken teeth, concussions... it's a wonder i've sorted myself out as well as i have.

Ha ha all stories to tell the grand kids