“Speedway” by Sybil Andrews, 1934. Via: Dwell
so very cool, but i would totally hurt myself trying to ride it.
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Denver’s vintage and modern PTW museum. i think if i can’t get over there soon i might just wilt into a little blonde puddle and die. what looks to be a moped ‘zine. also – New Café Racer Society seems inexplicably to have changed their name. why? the original had more panache, frankly. http://thenewcaferacersociety.blogspot.com/ well, whatever. Top Ten Reasons Why Harley Riders Don’t Wave Back 10. Afraid it will invalidate warranty 9. Leather and studs make it too heavy to raise arm 8. Refuse to wave to anyone whose bike is already paid for 7. Afraid to let go of handlebars because they might vibrate off 6. Rushing wind would blow scabs off the new tattoos 5. Angry because just took out second mortgage to pay luxury tax on new Harley 4. Just discovered the fine print in owner’s manual and realized H-D is partially owned by Honda 3. Can’t tell if other riders are waving or just reaching to cover their ears like everyone else 2. Remembers the last time a Harley rider waved back; he impaled his hand on spiked helmet 1. They’re too tired from spending hours polishing all that chrome to lift their arms. via Top 10 Reasons why riders don’t wave back… – Hayabusa.oRg. oh, Honda, you wild and wacky kids.
BUT DOES IT FLY? i mean look at it. remember the crazy rash of assaults on scooterists in and around Asheville, a couple years ago? Leicester man gets 8 years in scooter attacks | citizen-times.com | Asheville Citizen-Times.
so that’s what, three years with good behavior? and what about the woman mentioned? if i were the type of lady to advocate violence, i know what i’d recommend to the local scootering community. three to five years isn’t all that long to wait. tomorrow becomes never. quality not quantity. ancora imparo. this too shall pass. HAH!
i’ve been gone for a while, as you may have noticed. due to, among other things, technical issues, a heavily dreary winter, financial turmoil, and plain overcommittment. i’m not entirely sure where to put makery or general geekery or green topics. so. i’ll figure it out. it’ll take a bit to set this up anyway. chiefly this is as much as to say: i’m not dead, just busy. as proof herewith: one (1) image of madame wilderkind and myself, mardi gras. ciao, belli. i’ve been quiet lately because i’m in one of those places in life when there doesn’t seem much to say. it’s not that there isn’t anything going *on*. it’s just that nothing seems adequate to say about the things i’m doing. i suppose it’s less apathy than a conviction that pictures say more than i can, just now. i do my thing: work (there’s quite a lot of it), make things, play my game, devise things, hang out places, do things with #himself. what else can one say about one’s life that isn’t tedious, or precious, or attention-whorish? i’m in one of those places where everything superficial seems nauseatingly vapid. and that happens to me sometimes. it’s a foggy day in Denver. real, eyebleaching, chalky fog. in fact, it’s been quite an Oregonian week. weather conducive to mystery, perhaps even mayhem. good weather to get one in the halloween spirit, certainly. we have been going to Twin Peaks nights, Wednesdays at the White Owl. this is *definitely* the weather for that. see flickrish bits at right if you want to see what i look like dressed up as Julee Cruise. tonight i’m doing Dead Teresa Banks. wrapped in plastic. so that’ll be fun. this week is packed. thursday i’m going to try to get down to the Tesla meetup (i miss carol, and I think i’ve only met three or so of those kids). and i have a friday thing. and a saturday thing. of busylife there’s little to be said, until it ends. |
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