This is the
fab-tastic new :) Dead Baby web
experience. Good ole fortune city is kind enough
to provide 20 megs of server space (or izzit
100megs now?) for fools like me and you to
espouse the biker lifestyle, harmlessly.
Yep,
the name's scary I guess, definitely in bad
taste, but life is sometimes just that way. Our
gruesomeness is never thick as skin-deep,
although some of our skins are getting thicker.
We
are a social club as threatening as the local
Elks Lodge, as diabolically cultish as the Boy
Scouts of America. We are dedicated to production
of questionably sane, artistic, sometimes
elegant, and always functional bicycles from the
ever-growing tangled pile of the discarded,
unwanted, cast off and abandoned. When the
world's given up on a bike, we will carefully saw
and hammer the life back in.
So
read about choppification, get to the notebooks for basic (and
surprisingly complete) instructions. The new crop
of prospects has produced several choppers,
including the Seat-Post Special, the Bent One,
and a big ole Monotube, as well as the
Nishigun/Shoshiki aka T-004. It has been upgraded
from ultra-rickety to the less severe
hyper-rickety through a few well placed welds.
Pictures in the cameras. Things develop slowly.
Got
your 3-d glasses?
Turn
those speakers on folks, midi music fun-fun!
Don't
miss the race this year. You have been warned.
Friday, August 4, 2000.
back to EnTrance to Exit
Consider
your wildly lucky number of 
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an extinct counter
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