So a few years back Smella and I were at this weird little junk shop in Hazen Station NV, which is on alt 95 between Ferntucky, NV and Fallabamma, NV. We were poking around and talking to the owner and his little 10 year old son was running around.
These two strange older gentlemen came in and poked around and chatted a bit. One was extra strange wearing super short cut-offs and running shoes w/o socks. We bought some stupid piece of junk and moved on.
Got a call from the sherif when we got back after we'd gone to bed and had been asleep for an hour or so. Seems old-weird-cut-off dude was having a little private personal artifact showing with the owner's 10 year old son while no one was looking. Aparently he hadn't anything on under those cut-offs...
Long story short: as Soma was leaving after we had Paninis this afternoon at Michael's Deli next to College Cyclery, old-weird-cut-off dude sat down at the next table.
Floyd's not feeling so fabulous right about now.
-M
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a case of beer to anyone who can name the Clint Eastwood movie with a scene in front of the Hazen gas and antiques station/fiddler scene
J.r.
ps- you have to share the beer with me
Thunderball and Lightfoot?
If that's not it I put my money on Sphincterboy getting it.
-M
Pink Cadillac, but I cheated and used the IMDB website.
I thought of you this weekend when I was out in the desert riding my Vulture over rocks and jumping onto and off stuff. It was super fun.
Cheers,
~R
Reedster,
Got any pics of said Vulturing?
-M
Unfortunately no, we were having too much fun riding. I'll make it a priority the next time I'm out that way.
~R
one Pabst kit to Reedster. how'd you like to claim that this weekend? wolfy and i will be goin' feral in Eureka and Saline Valleys, tourin' bicycle style. if not then nor soonthereafter, no later than june 23!
J.r.
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