Sporting its new bmx bars, reworked front, best pic yet of my urban fatbike playing on the last day of summer.
The Korn is dead...
Leaves beginning to turn...oh zoom in check out the redneck volleyball court!
And soon, the season nears. The land will be as cold and dead as Van Hook and his buddies behind my bike.
Hope none of them followed me. I thought that name was like a dracula or vampire kind of name, real creepy.
I'll be adding more as the spooky season approaches. I hope to get one of my bikes into the mouth of the Bell Witch Cave.
Haven't been there since 1977. Me and friends got real spooky in the back, a union break for the ages. We were teens, so was the guide, it WAS the 70's so there.
