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The pain is part of the pleasure :)

You're doing it wrong then!

Squoocher!!!!thats some seat - love the business suit stripes! business time alright! how much £? and where from?

http://www.poshbikes.com/product.php?id=77

Only £300 squid.

He meant the 3rensho - hence the fact he said Squoocher! Thought Squoocher was an exclamation of desire at first but it's actually Squoocher's name. Squoocher.

48 grams of useless if it not comfortable for some thought.

Don't be bitter Ed...

"readers wives" I think is the term around here?

He meant the 3rensho - hence the fact he said Squoocher! Thought Squoocher was an exclamation of desire at first but it's actually Squoocher's name. Squoocher.

I can't read I just look at the pictures :)

He meant the 3rensho - hence the fact he said Squoocher! Thought Squoocher was an exclamation of desire at first but it's actually Squoocher's name. Squoocher.

It's more than just a name, my friend. Squoocher was the tag of my platoon commander in Nam (i'm a yank called Hank: Hank the Yank to my good ol' boys back in Missouri). In Vietnam we had a word for guys like you, Machineisbored, Stuttering Stus... they'd copped so much flak from Charlie they didn't know their tush from their tailpipe, and they'd repeat over 'n' over, i said, repeat darn near everything they said over 'n' over. It was a sorry ass sight... Tell me, Machineisbored, I don't know what sort of a pie you eat with your beans, son, and frankly its non of my freakin business, but I'd wager my house you chew that pie til it's as mushy as a Chinaman's breakfast. Your generation didn't grow up with Charlie humping its leg. You never ate Charlie, drank Charlie, slept with Charlie. Damn it, you never wet your bed and screamed the air blue for your freakin momma aged 22 because of Charlie. Look me in the eye and tell me you've haluncinated Ali Baba through the updraft of a Huey chopper and I'll hold a mirror to your face and show you a filthy liar. So you like a comfy saddle. A comfy saddle is a picnic, son, a a stroll in the sunshine compared to Nam. We had men lose fingers, and get lost in the middle of the night and come back bitten to hell from mosquitos the size of roaches. They were good men, Machineisbored. Good men. They didn't deserve to be out there, being nunchucked in the pips in the withering heat of the filthy jungle. None of us did. Your comfy saddle will wear thin with time. But Squoocher Mulligans going to grow old never being able to press the tip of his left little finger into his baby daughter's face and feel the warmth of her soft smile. Think of that as you swallow that soft runny pie. I hope you choke.
I apologise, Nam brings back terrible terrible memories.

I've just finished (well, pretty much) my first single speed conversion on a very tight budget. Quite happy with it and thanks for the people that helped me in getting the right parts.

That's actually quite nice though a serious reader's wives faux pas...

I assume you're going to put some form of foot retention on it in order to keep your toes out of your nostrils?

Otherwise not bad work at all though ;)

P.S. - Slack chain fail + Sticker on rim fail...

It's more than just a name, my friend. Squoocher was the tag of my platoon commander in Nam (i'm a yank called Hank: Hank the Yank to my good ol' boys back in Missouri). In Vietnam we had a word for guys like you, Machineisbored, Stuttering Stus... they'd copped so much flak from Charlie they didn't know their tush from their tailpipe, and they'd repeat over 'n' over, i said, repeat darn near everything they said over 'n' over. It was a sorry ass sight... ...................But Squoocher Mulligans going to grow old never being able to press the tip of his left little finger into his baby daughter's face and feel the warmth of her soft smile. Think of that as you swallow that soft runny pie. I hope you choke.
I apologise, Nam brings back terrible terrible memories.

I need a picture to describe all this.

That's actually quite nice though a serious reader's wives faux pas...

I assume you're going to put some form of foot retention on it in order to keep your toes out of your nostrils?

Otherwise not bad work at all though ;)

P.S. - Slack chain fail + Sticker on rim fail...

point taken! i need to get some powergrips and sort the chain out.

Heh heh, do the stickers on the rim first, costs nothing and it'll tidy it up no end, it's a nice frame though and I love the bars!

Heh heh, do the stickers on the rim first, costs nothing and it'll tidy it up no end, it's a nice frame though and I love the bars!

will do. oh, whats this readers wives stuff? no "thanks to the world" posts?

Thou shal not post one's own bikes in Bike Porn!

However, if you are deemed worthy, and it's a rare occasion, your bike, presuming it's porn enough, can be posted by another forum member.

You can post your own bike in Names & Faces/Current Projects etc.

Ithankyou.

Don't be bitter Ed...

ahh it's just me, I only recently figure out the width of my sit bones, which sat at an unbelievable 130mm, that put more than half the saddle in the world out of the windows!

Thou shal not post one's own bikes in Bike Porn!

However, if you are deemed worthy, and it's a rare occasion, your bike, presuming it's porn enough, can be posted by another forum member.

You can post your own bike in Names & Faces/Current Projects etc.

Ithankyou.

thanks donut.

ahh it's just me, I only recently figure out the width of my sit bones, which sat at an unbelievable 130mm, that put more than half the saddle in the world out of the windows!

Fat Arse.

I need a picture to describe all this.

QuickVit, I'll wager you're too young to remember Vietnam. Nam was my college, son. It was where I learnt what i know. Sure, you've seen the movie, read the book, hell, maybe you even played the videogame But until you've been there QuickVit, until you've stared death in it's yellow face, you'll never know. A picture won't bring it all back for you in inglorious techni-colour, QuickVit, not like the blood-spirting yankee-doodle horrorshow scrolling like a neon Nintendo wargame 24-7 across the face of my brain. Sure, you've had the Falklands, Iraq, and, shit, i'll even give you Hastings, Belfast and F'ghanistan. But the momma freaking superior of battles was Vietnam. One time, and i don't mind admitting this... you do what you godda do in the heat of battle. One time i shat my pants. Straight out shat my pants. Now that's the worst thing a man can do in the jungle. In no time at all, a million stinkin' tsetse flies were buzzin' towards me. And let me tell you, to a man who's not seen a woman in months, to a man who's rifle has the only butt he's held in his hands in four freakin' months, the 1,000 calibre flirtation of a swarm of tsetse flies is better than his first Prom kiss and a Big Mac landin' on the freakin' moon on the 4th July. But i didn't dry hump them wrigglin' bastards, QuickVit, I tamed em and I trained those li'l fellas to play Hendrix and Stravinsky sweeter than apple pie on a tittie, and when Pappa Jackson bought it at the Tet offensive, my band of flies delivered the sweetest rendition of Livin' on a Prayer you ever damn heard. You'll never know the horror, QuickVit. The horror's all I'm left with.

Damn it, you wet your bed and screamed the air blue for your freakin momma aged 22 because of Charlie

Who told you about that?

Yes yes I heard you.

No I haven't been to war but I do have rambo 2 on the megadrive I'm sure it much the same thing......

Fat Arse.

Do you like Gladiator?

I realise these snow bikes are'nt popular with everyone, but they're porn worthy to me.

This doesn't seem funny to me, what with the PTSD a large # of vets came home suffering from.

Not to mention tsetse flies live in Africa, not South East Asia.

Comedy = Tragedy + Distance and all, this just doesn't sit right with me.

QuickVit, I'll wager you're too young to remember Vietnam. Nam was my college, son. It was where I learnt what i know. Sure, you've seen the movie, read the book, hell, maybe you even played the videogame But until you've been there QuickVit, until you've stared death in it's yellow face, you'll never know. A picture won't bring it all back for you in inglorious techni-colour, QuickVit, not like the blood-spirting yankee-doodle horrorshow scrolling like a neon Nintendo wargame 24-7 across the face of my brain. Sure, you've had the Falklands, Iraq, and, shit, i'll even give you Hastings, Belfast and F'ghanistan. But the momma freaking superior of battles was Vietnam. One time, and i don't mind admitting this... you do what you godda do in the heat of battle. One time i shat my pants. Straight out shat my pants. Now that's the worst thing a man can do in the jungle. In no time at all, a million stinkin' tsetse flies were buzzin' towards me. And let me tell you, to a man who's not seen a woman in months, to a man who's rifle has the only butt he's held in his hands in four freakin' months, the 1,000 calibre flirtation of a swarm of tsetse flies is better than his first Prom kiss and a Big Mac landin' on the freakin' moon on the 4th July. But i didn't dry hump them wrigglin' bastards, QuickVit, I tamed em and I trained those li'l fellas to play Hendrix and Stravinsky sweeter than apple pie on a tittie, and when Pappa Jackson bought it at the Tet offensive, my band of flies delivered the sweetest rendition of Livin' on a Prayer you ever damn heard. You'll never know the horror, QuickVit. The horror's all I'm left with.

Love these bad boys.


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Reminds me of Scott/Scot's.

Maybe more GILF than pure porn.

This doesn't seem funny to me, what with the PTSD a large # of vets came home suffering from.

Not to mention tsetse flies live in Africa, not South East Asia.

Comedy = Tragedy + Distance and all, this just doesn't sit right with me.

Entomologist eh, civilian? I can tell you've been in the wars, maybe not on the field of battle, but no doubt you've taken one too many bad taste jokes to the brain. I left my sense of humour back in saigon, on the desert floor, cabbage white butterflies the size of dinner plates swarmin' every which way, chewin' our faces off in the heat of the day with their teeth, water voles eatin us alive by the pale light of that massive planet, our nearest celestial neighbour, Pluto. Sometimes, civilian, laughter is the best medicine, civilian, but sometimes it can kill a man as sure as any Ak37, and i've seen a man laugh his head clean off during an Irish joke. Have you ever eaten apple custard, civilian? I'm not talking about a sweet pudding your mother makes but the brains of your enemy, fried up and served in a bun made of mud, with tsetse fly spray for sauce...it was the taste of death and the loss of our mental virginity.

Love these bad boys.


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Reminds me of Scott/Scot's.

Maybe more GILF than pure porn.

I thought that was lovely, perfectly functional, the only thing I would probably change is simply the handlebar to a nice moustache one.

althought I'd think an internal gear hubs and belt drive would top this bike.