For today's cyclist, skin tight lycra may promise a reduction in wind resistance but also in decorum. A reflective yellow vest guarantees high visibility, but who would wish to be seen in such a garment? Certainly not the members of the Tweed Cycling Club. The Club's wheelmen and ladymembers wish for a return to the honest virtues of lugged steel, dynamo lighting and canvas saddlebags. A stout pair of plus fours offer day-long comfort while a Fair Isle vest takes the chill out of a frosty spring morning. As the Club passes the village green, a jaunty cap is doffed. The only performance enhancements are warm beer and woodbines.

More: http://www.tweed.cc/index.html

...Bassist unserer Lieblingsband:El Cartel.



...sondern auch Alex!



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Wir können hierzu nichts sagen – denn jeder Versuch wäre vermessen. Danke Sarah Illenberger.

Hier wohnen noch mehr Organe, Maschinen und Holz-Burger...

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It’s June 2001.
I’m 22 years old and have been sitting at the intersection of 14th Street and Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington, D.C., for 15 minutes.
It’s raining, hard. I’m in the first car I’ve ever owned, a navy-blue Jeep Cherokee with more than 200,000 miles on it. There’s less than a quarter tank of gas left and it needs to last until Friday, because my entire net worth is rattling around the sticky change holder next to the emergency brake.

Yesterday the tailgate window mysteriously dislodged itself, and through the rearview mirror I notice rain pouring inside—proof that duct tape can’t solve everything.

I can also hear the front fender rocking back and forth in the back seat. I’ve intended to fix it ever since someone found it on Christmas morning near the 18th green at a country club in Connecticut. I have also intended to cure myself of a propensity for driving my car into stationary objects while intoxicated.

The dashboard clock clicks from 5:58 to 5:59, which means it’s actually 5:46, which means it’s time to leave the intersection of 14th Street and Pennsylvania Avenue. I take a deep breath, flick my cigarette out into the rain, and turn left. Toward the east entrance of the White House.
...

http://www.vanityfair.com/politics/features/2009/01/dubya-and-me200901


http://www.vanityfair.com

Freunde – Happy New Year!

http://davidreport.com/blog/200812/the-future-ages-nicely/

Eine Liebeserklaerung an die lustig turbulente Zeit, in der wir leben von unserem guten Freund JKH.

Frohe Weihnachten!

ABF


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