Grit in the Gears

I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes. I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over. I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong. And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions. I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely. It's what we do.

Monday, 8 August 2011

The Dooley Dually Duel.

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In my last post, of a fat-assed truck on steroids, I sparked a disparity of nomenclature in the comments. A dually, duallie, or dooley, i...
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Saturday, 6 August 2011

Steroids in Texas

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Mule Thoughts

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A Cowboy Poem

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To Her Cut loose a hundred rivers, Roaring across my trail, Swift as the lightning quivers, Loud as a mountain gale. I build me a boa...
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Sunday, 31 July 2011

Travelling and Blogging- Deep in the Heart of Texas

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But not blogging much, too busy.
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Saturday, 23 July 2011

This is the Boring Bit..

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Waiting.... I have to be at the airport at an ungodly hour. Taxi booked for 3.30 a.m. And I've been at a party down the street for the ...
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In which: "I Carry the Dust of a Journey"

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By this time tomorrow I'll be well on my way to Texas, where Red Dirt Girl will be waiting. I'll have flown first to Amsterdam, then...
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Stowaway-101 is Always a Popular Class

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