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zBrown
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chingadero de chula vista
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I woke this morning and wondered why so many folks cakewalk into town, then either hightail it or hotfoot it back on out?
Coulda been Michele throwing that big leg over me? I love the way she baby talk.
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that's mGaye or zBrown on whistle.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Lechuga? Vamos commemos!
I'm hungry. I've been down on the race course since sun-sight and it's already been quite a day. Got to let my camera battery re-charge. I forgot to do that last night. I'm going out to look for a breakfast, maybe the Tuscan Scramble at Bella Luna. Gene, wish you were here, I'd feed you one of these, too.
Call me and leave a message, but I should be down on the corner of Main and M at the Cinema Cafe later on.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Robert Mitchum (didn't they name a deodorant after him) and Liz Taylor body double Simone Sylva
As nearly as I can tell, I never lived near Bob, but he did send me some weed after Thunder Road when I repaired his car
Just a few years after he was nominated for an Oscar for his supporting role in The Story of G.I. Joe, Robert Mitchum was arrested and convicted for conspiracy to possess marijuana. TIME reported on the scandal surrounding the "sleepy-eyed cinemactor" in 1948, complete with a footnote explaining what marijuana was. In 1949 Mitchum was sentenced to two months in jail and two years of probation, which only complimented his rebel persona. He served time on an honor farm — he said it was "like Palm Springs without the riff-raff" — but after his probation, the conviction was expunged
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Women used to throw their panties onstage at MG concerts. My buddy Keith says his mom came home without panties one night. Not THAT night, but the night of a concert...
Here's what Keith had for sale last month.
Goo-goo. Goo-goo. Adjourning to view more Racy Footage outside on N ST.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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i always try to put a lime in the (la)chuga and/or beer - never was big on blood, but had a lovely Mary in my life at one time - i don't know though I also had a Ducati once
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Eulerian Video Magnification
do not use on your girlfriends' big legs
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another Hollywood house, not Euler magnified
Marvin's billboard, Sunset Blvd
Jack's
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Say hello there, ST.
Middle Earth is just safe as milk!
See that corner?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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That's my mail delivery associate from the USPO, a reliable witness. Three women's bikes were trashed as a result, two went to the first aid tent, one went and picked up a neutral bike and finished. Hardly any blood. Just loud and what we wanted to see, after all...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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This is the secondary Beer tent, one other over by the band two blocks over. There were stories told over our lunch at Bella Luna about Sheriff Mark and my checkered past and about Gene's. We walked back to the course after lunch and the ladies' major race was going on. The wreck happened just as we came back to Middle Earth.
Gene called CosmicCragsman shortly after this wreck, when we got down N ST. to the Courthouse Park where the finish line was. The trees in the park started putting out buds like crazy as soon as they hung up. It was like Stark Trek the Movie...no, Gene don't play that thing. I was just reacting to what I'd like to have seen. More green on the trees.
Cosmice, it was spiffy to talk with you. Ciao.
Well, the next bunch is of the canines, who were universlly well-mannered and gentle. But first things first.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Winner of Don Mossman Best Apehangers Award, my neighbor Dottore Deep Purple, an Italian racing legend of the late nineties. He has the coolest set of tires on this rig, too. Winners of the last race of the day, a real close finish.
The next three finishers were decided by photos, they tied, then by count-backs in the race.
Then the leader's jersey (another race in the country tomorrow) was presented to Wonder Boy, who won a road race yesterday and placed second in his criterium category today.
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SCseagoat
Trad climber
Santa Cruz
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What a trip....what a crash!!!!!
Susan
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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The crew at the first beer tent, Steve Tinetti on the right, the lucky guy who married Joanie, and who had charge of the tent. It turned out he knows Gene from the realty business.
Hey, would it be too much trouble to post some more dog photos?
Yes, Fido, it's time to flake out. Sit. Stay. Good boy.
Edit: This canine sequence is just my way of chaffing the Friday Night Cat Adoration Thread. :) LOL
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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There's no dog show, it's a dog shower,
Over on Gower, that's got the pack here now (now yesterdog).
As far as dogs roaming free, tell Bob none of these are free to roam, all are leashed and HAPPY TO BE ALIVE, eager to maybe go on a Roamin' Holiday, but likin' the food dish twice daily! Just like most of us should be!
Some of us are plainly "rescue dogs."
Others could be called real "mutts."
Still others revel in a piece of pedigree the rest would use to wipe their asses, if we were dawgs and dawggs bothered with such "niceties" as tp and spellin'.
Ask Johntp, not me.
edit: I overlooked these shots of a local boy and his dog, obvously into the racing.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse, and all...
wow, neat share... mobile
mobile folks, bikes and dogs, :)
sorry to see the bikers fell, :(
bad enough to fall, but in a race that one had been looking forward, too,
it tugs at the heart-strings so much more...:(
glad one gal got up and tried to finish.. hope the others are doing well...
so the ol' supertopo is reinging with cats and dogs, i see... :)
and not a rain-cloud in site, depending on where some of us live, i reckon... :)
god bless, to you all, i got me some work to go do...
:)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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The Mussed Beastress of Muddle Catheter V, 5.4, A0-, B4, +/-V8, a. m.7
Twinning my way through he foresty jungle
We approached the approach of the unapproachable giant Mount Harpunstrungg,
Not yet climbed by the feet of men.
And we are not men.
Of men.
Of women.*
Yet not men.
We are deboy.
Pissin' fear away with words.
The Muddle Catheter Glacier bounded through the below-freezing jungfrau
like a gazelle in a hell of a hurry, but only in its own mined:
This appeared to be normal behavior in real time;
Allthough
We thought hard about retreating in the face of such extreme ambition (hey, we had the glacier wired by expert texperts in the field of glacio-cranial imagery, we are not stupid deboy)
But each of us shrunk from such an alarming decision as
The Panicsonic was jungling like a mad monkey on the bells of St. Mary’s and I awoke alone, with a moan.
Monday, Monday!!
Crumba!
No de TJ!
* I “choosed to used” this term, the second-oldest noun. I’d love to frisk you if you don’t like the term or find it offensive. This is my dream, not yours.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Lucid Continuation of a Mussed Opportunity
It’s like old neebee said,
she has to get back to her red,
to the painting filling through her head.
And I’ve to return to my wording,
and Gypsy back to her birding
and get off ST, this absurd thing.
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