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As stated in this previous post, dear worst-rider, I've been urbanising my hardtail electric mountain bike. Reason? I'm getting too old? No? How about: I'm too fat? Na, that's not good. How about this one: It's time to move on? Yeah, let's go with that one. After 8000km and a second rear tire, I replaced …
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Or Ciao Bella, Peter Fonda Never understood Peter Fonda, dear worst-reader. Although I liked a few of his films, there was always something about him that bugged me. Maybe it was his odd, non-leading man looks--yet he got leading roles. Perhaps it was the hair line that he managed to cover up most of his …
Consumed-to-survive me one of them fancy-pants Ikea electric adjustable desks a few months back, dear worst-reader. And don't you know, it's a pretty half-decent, fairly useable thing--if you need/should stand while worst-writing. Luckily for worst-moi, as you can see in the pic above, the smallest version of the desk fits perfectly into the only remaining …
Don't fret, dear worst-reader. I know I shouldn't be laughing this much. LOL. LOL. HA. HA. Giggle. But what the heck, eh. And you can be sure I'm not having a heart attack and all that laughter is really choking. Or? I mean, come on. Some major dusch-bag recently killed himself and thereby has all …
Things not forgotten, dear worst-reader. Things that remind one. Like pictures found on the interwebnets. For example... I'll never forget my second vacation. It took many years, don't you know, to get to a second vacation. It was cheap and coincided with one of the last times I would return to my beloved & missed …
Addendum (or update) to this post here. Come on, dear worst-reader. Are you getting filled and thrilled by all the conspiracy-krapp on the interwebnets regarding Jeffrey Epstein's death? Was it suicide? Murder? Did mafia goons rip him a new one? And here's the best one: he's still alive. I heard someone say that in whatever …
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Follow-up to this post here. Should have made this change a while ago, dear worst-rider. Now that I've finally done it, though, would you believe, there's one more potential change lurking in the wings. More on that in a sec. I found a special deal online for a pair of Schwalbe Super Moto-X 27.5 650B …
I live near Schloss Benrath, dear worst-reader. If you haven't worst-read by now, I also live near the Rhine River. I live here because, well, the better-half, the dictator she is, has made it so. And it's not so bad to live here, don't you know. Especially considering it's a great locality to walk Beckett, …
When did it begin in my beloved & missed united mistakes of #Americant, dear worst-reader? When did the obsession to consume-to-survive through the happy monetary machine of plastic begin? When did that little plastic card replace hard earned cash someone's grandparents slaved for--or wheel barrelled into a bakery in Berlin in 1923 to buy bread? …
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Dreams can be a bitch, dear worst-reader. Especially those dreams that confuse beyond trying to figure them out. I mean, don't you know, I'm not into figuring them ALL out. Some of them I just let go. Others linger with me for days--even as I try to let go. That means, I suppose, I have …
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Am I on my last hair trimmer, dear worst-reader? At least I hope I'm on my last one. It's a thing I'm going through right now, don't you know, in this--the $hit$how that is consume-to-survive. The idear is the following: Pay a little bit more now in the hopes that--if there is such a thing …
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Subtitle: How I got my first brisket on At last count, dear worst-reader, I think my Weber Grill is five years old. It might be six or even six and half but it's definitely not seven or even four. Go figure, I lost the purchase receipt. It is said that these über expensive grills are …
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Beyond all the compulsive behaviourism--so many call work or career or achievement--that I've successfully avoided all these years, there's a few things in the greed $hit$how that stick with me and have, of course, left me skewed. Perhaps these things are stigmatising and pursuant of all my/the ill-will towards the world and all things that …
Another heatwave is coming dear worst-reader. Or should I say: worst-rider? Indeed. For I was on a short e-bike ride this morning when I happened across this. Obviously it takes a bit more than über-hot #Eurowasteland weather to melt a public trash can. Children will be boys, eh, when they play around with matches and …
Been saying it for years, dear worst-reader. Gotta make this. Although I've enjoyed this dish many times, either made by others or at fine dinning places around #Eurowasteland, I hadn't yet embarked on doing it myself. And don't get me wrong here. It's not that I'm claiming in any worst-way that I'm, you know, a …
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