Apparently, there
Quoted message said:is an enormous bike graveyard somewhere in the East Village. Might be worth investigating.
Somebody should organize a River Road chopperfest. Drive those uptight rangers crazy.
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You mean the public garden with the spires of garbage down around 4th and B? That's a city park,
pal! I'd be afraid of the graveyard -- afraid that I might dig up my beloved stolen Stumpy, Tomac,
or one of the many other rigs I've loved and lost.
Bike chopperfest. Yes. We will instill fear among the upper west side yuppies (excluding you, of
course). We'll cruise with sneers and bald scorn and playing cards clapping in our spokes. Until we
get to a hill. Then we will totter and fall and cry clutching our elbows.
Where do I get one of those cyclist's thongs? Mail-order from San Antonio?
Are you going to hit any of the movies this week? 'Stars and Watercarriers' is on my list -- Friday
at 9. If liking Eddy Merckx is GRS, then fix me a malibu, sweetie.
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