Monday, August 23, 2010

Термонаторъ

The gross and net result of it is that people who spent most of their natural lives riding iron bicycles over the rocky roadsteads of this parish get their personalities mixed up with the personalities of their bicycle as a result of the interchanging of the atoms of each of them and you would be surprised at the number of people in these parts who nearly are half people and half bicycles.

16 comments:

merc said...

Same thing happened to Mongols and their hording horses I heard.

kalops, to market we go go.

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Constant nad racking causes bicyclist to go on homicidal rampage.

Foolish lieberals recommend bicycle seat standards, Randroids go crazy.
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Substance McGravitas said...

Look out! He's got an AK-2003!

mikey said...

кошелек или жизнь!

Smut Clyde said...

And Benny says, "Don't rush me.......I'm thinking."

Substance McGravitas said...

And the thing is that Термонаторъ тандем was EVEN BETTER!

tigris said...

So only 50% bicycle here, whereas other places had 70% or higher. If we were to follow these rising percentages we could perhaps find the locus if the mancycle phenomenon(doot-doo-de-do-doop).

Smut Clyde said...

I am trying to identify the shed in the lower right of the picture. Judging from the tools and the anvil, it is the office of either a blacksmith or a primitive dentist.

mikey said...

The key historical lesson here?

There has never, EVER been any dignity in the drive-by. Spraying rounds around the neighborhood is a cowardly act of personal powerlessness, an unwillingness to meet and vanquish those who stand between you and authority.

The drive by (or "Pedal-by" in this case) is the act of a fearful, angry psychopath, just the same as the timed explosive an equivalent effrontery to the basic human need to confront injustice.

As testified to by the carnage left when bicyclists lash out...

Smut Clyde said...

There has never, EVER been any dignity in the drive-by

Given that Арнолд Шварцынзггзр is wearing green-&-purple striped trousers, I imagine that dignity is the least of his concerns.

Substance McGravitas said...

No seat.

Hardcore.

mikey said...

Grunts in combat (Troops in Contact in our more clinical, spreadsheet driven analysis) are seldom, if ever concerned about the style of their clothing and their own personal dignity.

But there is either a nobility in the process, or there is not. You either move through a village randomly killing civilians, or you recognize the value of the fight itself, and seek those spiritually freeing moments when you and them can unleash hell upon one another, let the rounds fall where they might.

There's an honesty to a straight-up fight, and there's something toxic about a weaselly desire to convince people to sell out their comrades. The simple answer is to fight it out for basic supremacy.

The complicated answer is to think about what you might accomplish, and what it might cost. And in either case, teenagers without any basis for understanding the world learn to fight, and to kill, and never learn to LIVE.

Our lives were forfeit the moment the airplane landed....

tigris said...

No seat.

Hardcore.


HANDLEBAR TASSELS.

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

regardless, the dude has gone overboard on facial piercings.

Smut Clyde said...

Those are rivets, sir, as you would expect from a robot from Venus.

merc said...

Nothing great off this Earth has been achieved without rivets, ask any frog.

yopajoid, a very weird kind of joyful yelp.