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and you're all in bed by 3. god that's lame. gaylord piss weak queers.

ps you putrid assholes make me balls-deep sick you're so frigging gay.

fuck me, what a bunch of gaylords you all are. have any of you actually got bikes? if so, show 'em! pussies!!

let me tell you know it adds up to cock twat cock and more twat... get out of tester's thrall you imbeciles and realise it's not about the millilmetres and the percentile thrust ratios and the etc etc this and that, it's about whether it looks cool or not. this is what porn should be about, not cocking minutiae formulas and all that guff...

what i particularly like about this shot is that it's not the fact that they're playing dominoes that's most striking about the image, it's the mystery of the damn thing. i mean, are they about to have a big row? are they seething about a business matter and they've ended up playing a round just to see if it will ease the tension. you just can't tell. fascinating. of course, my mother was never keen on music. For her Bob Marley was just noise. And in a sense my father was just a man who was there, around, in her face. Who knows whether we'd all have been better people: johnny, marlon, deezle and myself, if he'd have had a more, i don't know, proactive role in our upbringing (one hesitates to use that word as it's so encumbered with american psychobabble associations), but he surely could have rallied us. oh my god, rallied sounds so militaristic, but you know what i mean. oh, i nearly forgot to ask, is marita bringing the big blanket with her this year?? i hope she does. jimminy and ricket love it. it's so lush. and all those badges. i mean, a scout badge from the 50s are something else isn't aren't they, they're probably worth some money to the right people. i'd ebay them if i were them. but what do i know!!!! ps did the scouts really award badges for gutting rabbits?? incredible if they did! should i say that, even? i'm vegetarian after all. or at least i should be, if i could stop myself from eating all this beef. my god, Wilma needs to stop bringing meat to the meetings. it's sooooo delish! i started by eating a few pieces, now i can't stop. is it air-dried? it must be; it's lish. yum yum yummity i say. by the way, talking about bikes, is that geared bike nearly ready yet. i've heard that you're making a geared bike for gregory and he says it'll be wicked. by the by, everyone is saying that the fixded forum is shit these days as it's full of geared bikes and mountain bikes and that mr tester is a pompous cunt who's taken it over and bullies everyone. what a twat if that's the case. i mean, you can't do that can you. just take something over and just sit on something. didn't aunty carol once wet herself at the am dram do. hadn't she had a lot of ginger wine. we all said that she had whiskers and warts and jeanie said to us that we were nazis because we were so physically fixated but we just said maybe your just ugly, and she cried and didn't we stick her in the back of jed's van at that point? or was it after. she was well pissed. but she makes candles now for a living, or is it candleabres. that can't be how you spell that. candle holders. you know what i mean. ps are you and si going to glastonbury next year. i'm not gonna bother if there's rappers. but if it's sunny fuck it maybe i will and just go for the buzz. i went before the big wall went up and it was well cool. it's massive. really a huge site. we saw loads of great bands. i like that guy who plays with his sister and dresses in red and white. he's a bit portly but rocks the mike!! i saw a documentary (i know this is to do with nothing relevant; i'm always sounding off about random shit, so what!!) about this bird that can fly really low and fast over the sea but all the other birds peck it and as a result it doesn't fly much but it's like a super animal. it's evolving itself quicker than anything else on earth, and that is including mankind. which isn't really that surprising but then it actually is when you think about it as steven hawkins is a human. so what they're saying is that the bird must be from space which is weird but then maybe not. but then again why does it have to be from space???? and not here. anyway. i've got to go. or something.

some old men in the past playing dominoes. about as relevant as any post on here recently.

Bavarian? Not really. It's in an italic (as in Italian/Latin) cursive pen style rather than a Germanic blackletter style:

The red type on the left is considerably more German, being DIN (Deutsche Industrie Norm, the typeface used on German road signs etc.).

I personally have no problem with it as a logo, by the way (apart from finding it ugly), the point I was making is that it's an illustration of how much we expect a slick, technical-looking logo on stuff. Especially bike kit.

you're too clever for them Regal. i'd give up if i were you.

It was snowing once when I slammed the front brake on to avoid a taxi and flew over the top of the handlebars, clean over the taxi and into 2 planks that a builder had left on the side of the road, whereupon i proceeded to 'ski' the full length of the Uxbridge Road, only stopping when i slammed into the car park barrier at work, the impact of which catapulted me through an open window and straight into my chair at my desk. so yes, it does happen.

.... but there was no apology. come on, apologise then!

You think i care about reposts or what anybody else thinks of it?

i think you DO care. So Do! you're hurting big time right now. And, for sure!! Yes you should!!!! those meanies have kicked sand at your big horned love god. KICKED SAND IN HIS CUTE LITTLE FACE. and you feel like, HEY!! BITCHES!!! WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM!! And like, hey, YES you have a PROBLEM HERE... So go back girl, go back and go get him back. Make him yours. Grrrrrrr! Go girl. Big horned bike is lush! MAKE HIM YOURS!!!! XX

thanks fuck for that. Welcome back you tossbag :)

thanks man. got a lump in my throat. bottom lip's going. means a lot. a lot.

raises hand
im up

superjoe. you in, too, babe? you with us?

WTF is someone doing riding that on the street

Nice bike regardless.

seems it's just you and me still up, baby bro. but i'm not diggin' ya groove. what's wrong with ridin' that black mumma hard thru urbania? why's that so insania?

Was wondering where you disappear off to!

i was never far away, my dear. and i'm back, with nothing but love. no more nasty squoocher.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/flickuh/4367933267/

forgive my impudence, but this bike was once a black labrador, a much loved family pet! A little greedy; the fat silly thing, georgy porgy we called him or porger, ate a rotted mouse, one dad had put to sleep with bare right foot, but not buried deep between greenhouse and fence. it was drizzly, the sort of evening cats love, and he was taping choral evensong on maxell 60 and ready to turn over during prayers when sambi meaowed and he'd looked up, saw nothing but curtain but knew that low persistent death call and placed down the wine from tea, reached under armchair and finding not slippers didn't called out to Edith but off came socks, and already there were thoughts of wet concrete, of sudden dark cold. john as an animal... snails, he thought. crunch. he stopped as he keyed backdoor, and licked lips, he wanted the night. wanted to slide across the lawn and dive into the dark wet privet, wanted to become a bike posted by charlesreza on page 678 of the bike porn thread twenty three years later, a bike he already he knew would sum up that sodden greasy evening: synthesise all things black dog and slug, all things dark and wet. all things dead and cold... and now he knew peace, felt the certainty of edith's embrace, her wet tongue, her eager breath, her dark corners.

hope it would redeem the sadness i brought here! cheers!

This is a pretty decent bike, and 11bizztool's only real crime here, like so many who stumble into this ambush of a forum, is to be a well-meaning, enthusiastic chap who likes his bikes. come on now fellas, cut him some slack. bike porn should, like regular porn, allow for a few bum hairs and cancerous growths. And don't forget, 99% of bikes on here thread honk, whatever their provenance.

i'm certain it was, debbie, i'm certain it was. now, it always helps when i hum a few songs i know. sorry, but i get like this during tense situations. and this is pretty tense. hell, there's the, i think that's, yes, it.. it's, going in. cover me. sorry. i'm outta here. phew that wa...

whatever this is, i don't know. i have to post a second time, excuse me. please go about your business, carry on. sorry.

To Whit? To Woo

My absence in July was verily august,
Making grown men cry and my return a must.
Between swallow's beak I hid from cruel posts imparted,

Suggesting I reeked like the recently departed.

But ere i get started may i implore you forgive,
Of my errant rantings, say I live and let live,
But mostly I pray thee forgo,

 My post's wintry censure (for this I must afore cock's crow!). 

And thence twice more, for tis the dread deal,
And all before this orb rounds yon Sun's fiery fixed wheel.

For betwixt now and whence this cuckoo flees the nest,
His fledgling intent must thee test; I must impress, nothing less.
For if my nursery-fed gizzard is with spam thickly freighted,

    Then my much-awaited efforts though droll would yell troll, 

At best, of no use, but maybe much worse.
And what's worst? An abstruse misuse of the good Doctor Seuss!

    Hence, the scarecrow must play inquisitor to this nocturnal visitor, 

Thence not yet returned unto the fold, my bold jurors may scold.
But upon the morrow's witching hour if lark a wise owl hath made, then,

    Shall I fly to the hugger-mugger embrace of your broomstick arms again.