When I Grow Up, I Want To Work For The Telephone Company
You dig the hole, I’ll be right back with the pole. We’ll be done by noon.
Making Your Own Boardtrack Racer Qualifies You For Honorary Borderline Sociopathic Boy Status
Here’s to you, Mister-I-Built-A-Replica-Of-An-Early-Twentieth-Century Board-Track-Racer-From-Scratch-And-Made-A-Blog-About-It But-Didn’t-Put-Your-Name-On-It But-Your-Wife’s Name-Is-Linda. Good jerb!
For comparison: Here’s a picture of a 1914 Cyclone from BSBFB favorite Motorcycles of the 20th Century
See the bits and pieces become a bike at: Boardtrack Replica
Theory Of Evolution Conclusively Proven By The Automobile Industry
Conclusive proof we are the direct descendants of hamsters:
Let’s Go Surfin’ Now
Everybody’s learnin’ how
Come on soil your wetsuit with me
Come on soil your wetsuit with me
I do believe that the jet-ski operator is engaging in foolhardy behavior. It looks dangerous towing that guy out there.