the tinker
Cruisin' on my Bluebird
Speaking of old bikes, I went to Frank's place, an outpost on Planet Mongo, a deserted and forlorn place, deep within the bowels of an abandoned intergalactic wrecking yard. There, I found these bikes, rusting to oblivion. The bright cosmic rays made it most difficult to take pictures.....small, furry animals abound within the tangled assortment of old bikes, I dared not rummage...for fear of being bitten.
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