Sunday, July 29, 2012

ill have to change everything....ill get back to you.




i always come back to the man.
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OcchioLungo said...

ya know, he lives not far from here, but I never see him when I'm riding around. When I'm stopped on the side of the road with a broken float in my carb, or a flat tire, or an wornout muffler bearing, he's never the guy who pulls over and says "what are you doing sitting there on the side of the road?" Nope, it is never him. He doesn't stop and offer me an inner tube or a swig of whiskey in a teacup. It's always some other guy who doesn't know a muffler bearing from a hole in the ground.

July 30, 2012 at 11:32 AM

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