One of two things is happening here. Either this elite group as a whole saw this plot develop or… Mallett is using this feed to come up with his next strip… hummm…
Put racks on the list of things where you really can’t afford the cheap stuff. That’s what I learned, many years ago, after I loaded three bicycles onto the top of my Volkswagen Fox (that’s how many years ago), a car that was worth exactly what it cost, which wasn’t much, vis a vis a roof rack that was worth considerably less, it turned out, than its purchase price of given away. It attached to the roof by way of rain-gutter hooks, nylon webbing and hubris, and stayed that way for a good 20 miles before it lifted off the car and deposited itself and its payload in the middle of the right-hand lane of I-96. We hauled the bike rack off the road (THAT felt comfortable) and into the grass, where we left it while I went to the nearest hardware store and spent the amount of money I should have directed to a decent rack on rope, duct tape, bigger buckles and better webbing, probably some sort of cam-winch arrangement and blushing but still present hubris.
The bikes looked surprisingly healthy, precisely because the rack was such a piece of crap that I had lashed the bikes to each other to keep them on the rack, where they enjoyed the kind of protection football linemen tape their fingers together for. But we still stopped at a bike shop in Tennessee to be sure. We were helped by a very nice young mechanic with a stoner lilt to his voice and a red t-shirt that didn’t quite fit him. The slogan on the shirt didn’t seem to fit him, either. It said, “I wanna be a cowgirl, and you can be my cowboy.” Maybe it did fit him. However you saddle up is fine with me if you enjoy the ride, and I complimented him on the design. He looked down and turned a little closer to the color of the shirt, explained something about getting dressed in his girlfriend’s bedroom with the lights off, and excused himself to go turn his shirt inside out.
Earthling Premium Member almost 5 years ago
Ah, poor dad.
Bilan almost 5 years ago
Does this mean the paddleboard is somewhere along I-96?
cervelo almost 5 years ago
One of two things is happening here. Either this elite group as a whole saw this plot develop or… Mallett is using this feed to come up with his next strip… hummm…
sandpiper almost 5 years ago
Mist is thinning. . .
Night-Gaunt49[Bozo is Boffo] almost 5 years ago
PostsFrazz14 hrs ·
Put racks on the list of things where you really can’t afford the cheap stuff. That’s what I learned, many years ago, after I loaded three bicycles onto the top of my Volkswagen Fox (that’s how many years ago), a car that was worth exactly what it cost, which wasn’t much, vis a vis a roof rack that was worth considerably less, it turned out, than its purchase price of given away. It attached to the roof by way of rain-gutter hooks, nylon webbing and hubris, and stayed that way for a good 20 miles before it lifted off the car and deposited itself and its payload in the middle of the right-hand lane of I-96. We hauled the bike rack off the road (THAT felt comfortable) and into the grass, where we left it while I went to the nearest hardware store and spent the amount of money I should have directed to a decent rack on rope, duct tape, bigger buckles and better webbing, probably some sort of cam-winch arrangement and blushing but still present hubris.
The bikes looked surprisingly healthy, precisely because the rack was such a piece of crap that I had lashed the bikes to each other to keep them on the rack, where they enjoyed the kind of protection football linemen tape their fingers together for. But we still stopped at a bike shop in Tennessee to be sure. We were helped by a very nice young mechanic with a stoner lilt to his voice and a red t-shirt that didn’t quite fit him. The slogan on the shirt didn’t seem to fit him, either. It said, “I wanna be a cowgirl, and you can be my cowboy.” Maybe it did fit him. However you saddle up is fine with me if you enjoy the ride, and I complimented him on the design. He looked down and turned a little closer to the color of the shirt, explained something about getting dressed in his girlfriend’s bedroom with the lights off, and excused himself to go turn his shirt inside out.