Saturday, August 2, 2014

Gone fishing

Actually riding. Life is good.



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8 comments:

NotClauswitz said...

Riding is good, fresh wind and following asphalt.

Coffeypot said...

A successful fishing trip to me is a stroll through the seafood section of Ingles. I am no good at the sport. I even kill artificial bate.

2cents said...

Yeah. Riding. Leathers. The open road. And a glass of Chardonnay. For the record, I've never met the man and have no previous association with him. And this happened AFTER he moved down south.

Borepatch said...

NotClauswitz, heh.

Coffeepot, me too. But I'm allergic to fish, so there's no immediate reward for me ...

2cents, it's kevlars, not leathers. Metric bike, which gives me a pass for the Sauvignon. ;-)

2cents said...

So plastic instead of leather. And blanc instead of Chardonnay. Yeah. You're not helping your case here.

The Big Guy said...

Give Nobilis Vinho Verde a shit...
Tasty stuff.

Borepatch said...

TBG, I loves me some vinho verde. Great inexpensive light summertime wine.

NotClauswitz said...

Whites like that - I always think of the great Plastic Bertrand song from the 80's, "Sauv Blanc Pour Moi!"
I can't catch fish unless I use dynamite or a hand-grenade, and my bike is metric too - but might require that I fish with a potato-masher.