Someday a great rain will come, and wash all the scum off the earth.


A valiant attempt

And afterward, when the chalk of the skid and trackstand competitions has been washed down the alley like so much bummy piss, when the people have mellowed from sitting out in the alley lightly sprinkled with 1 am moisture, the truest sport, a sport of strong men and strong women, takes center stage.

Instruction for such competion needs be exact, and without discrepancy. No spinning is allowed, ever, don't ask again.


Thumbs up, hands down.

 


Number 9 competes for the shortest toss.

The Huffy Aerowind, with champagne powdercoat over it's high tech (for 1980) ultra-lightweight construction was chosen as the heavee. Several competitors admitted owning and rather quickly breaking such a vehicle years ago, others less at the time bicycle fanatics revealed their pre-pubescent lustings seeing in the Sears catalog.

 

Loft is in general the key to a successful heave. Perhaps bicycle jesus might reach down from bicycle heaven and provide the extra needed boost.


Number 69 with yet another losing toss..

 

When all was said and done, and everyone got their chance (or two, for the greedy), surprisingly before anyone was seriously injured, the extremely tall doorman won the event, followed in close second by a considerably less gargantuan drunkie tumbling from the 'Vous.

Most importantly, a wicked good time was had by all. Well, except for the Aerowind.

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