I met Scott in August of ’06. He trained me on a part-time job I had started. I can’t say I knew him well, but I knew him well enough to know he was a good man and will be greatly missed. Hope you’re enjoying that eternal downhill in the sky, Scott.
Which, due to cafepress.com’s weird “one-product-per-basic-store” rule, must be sold as a 10-pack instead of a single sticker. (But if you want a single one, let me know and I’m sure we can work it out.) But better if you just buy 10 and hand ’em out to all your piratical homies.
Air = Brisk
Legs = Feeling fine even after a 5-month cycling break
Nose = Runny
Stoplights = Red
Downtown = Not as much construction
Lungs = That sort of hot/cold feeling
Bike = Abused by Missouri streets
Life = Good
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