The Utili-Kool:
1st.
The Brooks B.17 CS is still rockin' my Houze. That said [and I knew it would come to pass]... my ass is killin' me. And to think I actually made it through the haze by completely breaking in my formally beloved Brooks B.67 only to then, get 'nother Brooks.
Guess dropping out of school in the 2nd Grade was a missteake.
2nd.
Got some of my first gifts in for my Ladies [Amy & Chloe] who both have upcoming B-Days. Probably shouldn't out what the gifts are as Amy has access to the I-Net at work and I could be inserting wee-wee into mouth by mentioning them here.
Oh, what the fuck... why not?
So far, Chloe will be getting a slick upgrade from her [rather shitty] SRAM pistol-grip 6-speed shifter on her Burley Piccolo. Gonna trick it out further with a SunRace friction thumbie.
Some cool Pink cork bar tape as well as a very neat [and rather cute, if you ask me] BeeHive bell.
Amy? She gets nothing.
Kidding... on her B-Day Menu:
A brand spankin' new Nigel Smythe 'Country Bag' in green plaid. I thought hard about this, as initially I thought I would not be caught dead with one nor riding near [let alone next] to someone styling one. But, she wanted one, she rocks all, she does more for me than oxygen and they actually look great [once you give them a LLOONNGG minute's chance].
Also, Amy gets a very cool Teapot bell:
3rd:
My brother [literally] my brother, who frequents this very blog *probably to keep an eye on me since I suck dog balls about keeping in touch with anyone-everyone* sent me this link for UTILIKILTS which have to be one of the coolest items I've seen in a minute. Apparently he got one too. Me thinks to meself, "Wonder how they'd do on me bicycle?"
You man enuff to style this?
Perhaps with some yeasty refreshment?
Completely Bad-Ass!
OK, heres what I know about Kilts from wearing one last saturday from start to finish (this should be assumed, but kilts are NOT worn with underwear, to do so is just plain stupid)...
1. For loading and unloading the truck with a half ton of stone ONE STONE AT A TIME, they rock. (pun intended.)
2. For walking about Strasburg looking for the perfect snow globe, with Jake, for his collection, they ROCK!
3. For making breakfast and dinner, with an apron over, they rock!
4. For getting into and out of the truck, they SUCK!
5. When finally in the truck, after much scooching and adjusting and generally gnashing of balls, they are the BEST, they ROCK, was that a breeze on the buddies? YES IT WAS! Can you say a-men brother? YES YOU CAN!
6. When sitting, anywhere, for any reason, ESPECIALLY practicing the guitar, they SUCK WANG, they scuky-sucky longtime, GI!
So thats why I changed into a pair of loose fitting Carhartts before going to the 7:00 of The Illusionist. Which has no downside by the way. The movie. the jeans make you sweat when you walk and work, so back into the kilt.
Posted by: cutsh | September 11, 2006 at 03:42 PM