You know you want to.
Don’t we all?
And don’t we all each time we fall out of love think to our freaking selves that we will never ever ever let ourselves fall in love again and love can go f*ck itself and the horse it rode in on*
I think that some times about bike blogs. I think I will never ever again like another one. But then I do.
Bikeyface. Serving face for days.
I admire a good slow blog. Another Bike Barb Spokane hook up. Sweet.
*apologies, I am writing this cowboy poem at the moment and it’s just infecting me
eleanor j jackson 