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Profile hijacked by the Prez on account of a bad case of luddite-ism Main Ride: An 80-something 650 Honda Nighthawk, driven by shaft, kind of like it's owner. Past "Rides": Dangle's a good boy, nothing to write about here. About: Curmudgeonly, with a cream filled center and a soft spot for newborns, this Pleasure Baron is a paragon of manlyness and virtue. Literate and informed, he's the only one who reads the paper (funny pages don't count, fellas sorry), and knows more about the history of Seattle than all of us natives combined. He's an Eagle Scout and was an alter boy, but hasn't had the trauma of those years "remembered" for him by a therapist yet and thinks back fondly on his days hiking in the woods, being manly, and doing manly things, with men. The Death of the Late Night Rider (with apologies to Randall Jarrell) by Daniel Enderle From a drunken stupor I fell into a seat, And I retched until bile ran from my nose. Six miles from home, my bowels refused to hold, I woke to sirens and a nightmare scenario. When I died they washed me from the bus with a hose. |