Sunday, May 23, 2010

Memories of Nirvana (it seems like only yesterday)

Bacon. Charlie Bacon.

Some people speak of Arizona's cosmic vortexes. When I'm pedaling against the wind, this pulls me in like a massive black hole. I circle until I cross the event horizon, then vanish in a cheap puff of sonora hot dog, or charlie bacon cheeseburger. Don't know what it is. Have to ride back there and check it out. Get up. Go ride.


  1. I'll have like one of each please.
    To go.

  2. I'll just go for a California Burger, hold the bun and catsup...


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