His only question in true bike geek fashion (rock on bro!) was whether or not i was going full tilt noodle or pommes frites: Italian mullet or Belgian Mullet?
Give me SOME credit puh-lease....
Worse....French mullet. Can you say "neon colored bandannas"? I love that look of Faux French Cowboy...they are so obsessed with that classic American icon crap like James Dean, Marlboro cigarette, coca cola, Marilyn Monroe and John Wayne type shit.
The response to my admission of new devote worship of the mullet: I'm so glad you are French / American.
Finally: While riding around in the rain last night I was listening to John Cash and the man in Black last night. What cajones that man had to sing a song as radical as that at a time when it was so conservative. I was groovin' on the tune and words only to have my moment interrupted by ABBA as the next song....How did I go from integrity to Disco?
The police walked in for Jimmy Jazz
I said, he ain't here, but he sure went past
Oh, you're looking for Jimmy
JazzSattamassagana for Jimmy Dread
Cut off his ears and chop off his head
Police came looking for Jimmy Jazz
So if you're gonna take a message 'cross this town
Maybe put it down somewhere over the other side
See it gets to Jimmy Jazz
Don't you bother me, not anymore
I can't take this tale, oh, no more
It's all around, Jimmy Jazz
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