Simon of the Playa wrote:there is always an exception.
if you look like this, you can take up BOTH lanes of 447, and go as slow as you want.
I recommend you go 5 mph down 447 if you're wearing that little protection.

Simon of the Playa wrote:there is always an exception.
if you look like this, you can take up BOTH lanes of 447, and go as slow as you want.
Savannah wrote:Simon of the Playa wrote:there is always an exception.
if you look like this, you can take up BOTH lanes of 447, and go as slow as you want.
I recommend you go 5 mph down 447 if you're wearing that little protection.
The Boys in the Back: Where You Sit in a Bar is Who You are.
This year Friday the 13th passed effortlessly into Valentine ’s Day in a seedy pub on the Lower East Side.
A quiet smoke-easy that puts a half cup of water in everything behind the bar except for the dirty taps that shoot out rust-flavored Coors Light labeled as a rare microbrew. The kind of bar that attracts everyone from 18 year olds standing by the big bay windows in front with fake IDs that they’re too eager to show to bartenders who never ask, to old men huddled in the back under flickering old televisions playing news, sports, and weather. They scream indiscriminately at the screens, offended by politics, offended by blind refs, offended by rain.
The kids stand tall, their fresh faces glowing with the youth and vigor of minds that know nothing about how the world works. They drink like they invented it, and they experiment heavily with different combinations of drinks, comparing notes and laughing at each other’s mistakes. Getting drunk enough to make an honest go at climbing over the bar and mixing their own drinks is still a faux pas to them and not the accomplishment that it should be. They’ve never honestly been called “Sir,” without it being immediately followed by, “we’re going to have to ask you to leave.”
Savannah wrote:A new discovery: Modern Drunkard magazine. Excerpt:The Boys in the Back: Where You Sit in a Bar is Who You are.
This year Friday the 13th passed effortlessly into Valentine ’s Day in a seedy pub on the Lower East Side.
A quiet smoke-easy that puts a half cup of water in everything behind the bar except for the dirty taps that shoot out rust-flavored Coors Light labeled as a rare microbrew. The kind of bar that attracts everyone from 18 year olds standing by the big bay windows in front with fake IDs that they’re too eager to show to bartenders who never ask, to old men huddled in the back under flickering old televisions playing news, sports, and weather. They scream indiscriminately at the screens, offended by politics, offended by blind refs, offended by rain.
The kids stand tall, their fresh faces glowing with the youth and vigor of minds that know nothing about how the world works. They drink like they invented it, and they experiment heavily with different combinations of drinks, comparing notes and laughing at each other’s mistakes. Getting drunk enough to make an honest go at climbing over the bar and mixing their own drinks is still a faux pas to them and not the accomplishment that it should be. They’ve never honestly been called “Sir,” without it being immediately followed by, “we’re going to have to ask you to leave.”
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Simon of the Playa wrote:there is always an exception.
if you look like this, you can take up BOTH lanes of 447, and go as slow as you want.
Savannah wrote:Simon of the Playa wrote:there is always an exception.
if you look like this, you can take up BOTH lanes of 447, and go as slow as you want.
I recommend you go 5 mph down 447 if you're wearing that little protection.
Ugly Dougly wrote:At least the one in teh front is wearing nipple protection.
Nipple wrote:Ugly Dougly wrote:At least the one in teh front is wearing nipple protection.
CURSES!
ygmir wrote:Hi Marty!!
gettin cold here.
I had this great "vision" last night, after taking photos of the Hofstove and all:
That we had a big old party up there, in the middle of winter. I still have to find a way to afford a sno cat, to haul everyone in there (or build one?), but, what fun, roaring fire and snow, and all trapped in that small hof, drinking schnaaps and whatever.
sigh........
ygmir wrote:Hi Marty!!
gettin cold here.
I had this great "vision" last night, after taking photos of the Hofstove and all:
That we had a big old party up there, in the middle of winter. I still have to find a way to afford a sno cat, to haul everyone in there (or build one?), but, what fun, roaring fire and snow, and all trapped in that small hof, drinking schnaaps and whatever.
sigh........
Elorrum wrote:ygmir wrote:Hi Marty!!
gettin cold here.
I had this great "vision" last night, after taking photos of the Hofstove and all:
That we had a big old party up there, in the middle of winter. I still have to find a way to afford a sno cat, to haul everyone in there (or build one?), but, what fun, roaring fire and snow, and all trapped in that small hof, drinking schnaaps and whatever.
sigh........
Horse and sleigh?
snomobile and sleds?
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