"The truth is, I have the best bike for my purposes"
Yes, all the bike on your blog are exceptional.
"Idle hands, my granny used to say, are the devil's ear cushion."
Mine used to say that idle hands drew a glance and smile from the devil.
I lived with my mother's parents in my early childhood. This was in south eastern Oklahoma, and every Saturday we would all pile into a cargo wagon drawn by a brace of mules (named after granddad's two son inlaws) and head to town to restock staples. This trip took several hours each way and was well dark by the time we got home. On the way back, myself and a very young aunt (we were 3 or 4 years) would be horsing around and be making a lot of noise. Grannie would draw us close and tell us about an ungodly monster with long bloody teeth and claws which perched itself on the low lying tree branches over the road. Whenever it heard a child, it would swoop down and grab the child so as to have something to eat later. Needless to say each of us would try to out silence and get lower than the other. Child psychology, it works! And no worrrrsssse ffforrr wear!
Tom
