Paramount Bicycle Repair - Somerville Massachussetts

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Thanksgivin’ an all through the house not a creaturtre was movin’ not evin my grouse , cause he drank all my booz and was  out on the couch. his feathers all a fluff and drool out his beak, think i’ll talk’m, next week. i went to the out house to take a crap,and when i turned around i was takin’ aback .   on my roof what looked like a chicken!  i went up there, to see whats the matta, turns out to be a bird of a different feather! a turkey it was, huge in size. with red eyes a glowing, stompin it’s feet and feathers throwin’. chompin it’s jaw and makin that gobble .  i ran inside to find my gun, only to come out to  find the bugger had run.  chased him a’cross my neighbors lawn.   but….  he, had flown and gone    . to this i say if you were here, i’m not talkin’ bout paul revere.  so to you i say turkey . look on your blind side. and be afraid.

happy T day!!!

watch your ass. someone else isnt! unless you got a nice ass…..be safe.

have fun! rubber down eyes up!

last spring going down a small pot infested hill my front fender was wiggling around and decided i need’d to crash ” again ” (love being redundant ) it folded up into the fork and THREW  me over the bars. i did such a body slap that i knocked me self out. didnt hit my head , body slap!! next thing i knew this motorist was standing over me , ” dude ? dude? you o’k??  shoot. check your stuff, things get loose !!  old saying   : the cobblers shoes are the worst in town : boy o boy , gotta put some air in my tires ……like last week!

lube the nipples on your wheels. drip some Tri Flow at the thread area so it also gets to the rim spin the suckers and do a wipe down. salt,sand, other corrosive stuff out there on the roads causes havoK . seized nips are an issue!

herrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrre comes winter !

hua? not 1 cent passed through my coffaeries  ( yea cant spell for shoot’in ) yesterday. must be winters on. NOW PEOPLE! winter, do the work . show up in the spring all excited and all. hey it’s gonna be a week aunt B………NOW IS THE TIME FOR WORK. no hassel with storage, more time for me to detail ….NOW.

she got me here.

as a kid up north shore i ALWAYS had a bike to ride. MOM.  when i had a mechanical with my ride, i’d use mom’s bike. MOM. now i’d have to duck my friends cause i was riding my Moms bike. girly style and all. but i road!  my MOM always had me on some bike.     in the day it was ” be home at 5 , dinner time ” go out and play , be home at 5″  shit, i’d ride anything to GO.  ridin’ a 3 speed , a girly 3 speed  didn’t matta.  I LOVE MOM.    she got me here.  so in 1981 MOM asks me how my bikes doing.” well MOM it’s like kinda hurtin’. ” she say’s ” lets go to the bike shop”.  this guy asks me questins about where i ride.  ” anywhere” i say. he brings over a “new style of bike. it’s called a mountain bike”…………..HUA?   fat tires , straight bars. BEEF ,,,,,,remember it’s 1981.   i go out back the shop and trash around the dirt piles.   go back in the shop and look at my MOM . i was HOOKED!      hook,  line  an  sinka       $500.      yea     1981!

LOVE YOU MOM.

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