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| He patrols the woods with his mighty headlight, seeking cyclists riding over sharp rocks and goathead thorns... |
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| He moves under Bear Power, covering the miles silently, hauling an old Silca floor pump and patch kit |
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| But he will find them. He always does. |
And when he discovers them standing beside their bicycle with the sheared-off valve stem 20 miles from camp on a Forest Service road, and no spare tube, just before they hear those familiar words, he puts a big furry paw on their shoulders, and says: only YOU can prevent porous tires.
no way!!! that's too good!!! excellent. steven
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ReplyDeleteI'm so used the cerebral content of your blog that I was TOTALLY blindsided by the Gold Star pun!
Excellent!
I hear Pokey's deep, resonant voice, try to learn from his thorough knowledge of pneumatic tires, stare deep into his brown eyes, and I am comforted.
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