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Thursday, May 21, 2009


... belongs to Scott from the vast hinterland of the shipping department. "Great" Scott is quite the ne'er-do-well and his Storck reflects his predilections for mischief-making and merriment! After unceremoniously executing his rickshaw driver last winter along a road swarming with bandits, Scott was at a loss for a proper mode of transportation until a Storck cart clattered by, dropping a frame box from its load. Before the hungry orphans and their begging bowls could abscond with the priceless relic, Scott chased them off with a shot from his Brown Bess Flintlock and flagged down a passing corpse wagon which gave him a ride back to his estate after the exchange of a gold coin or two. 320 years later, Scott has finally built up his Storck and commutes into work on a regular basis! And the corpse wagon? Well gentle reader, that's a story for another time, and another blog (corpsewagon.blogpsot.com)....

Sterling silver Sram Red rear derr., king cobra skin carbon weave, and hand carved ebony FSA cranks dipped in orphan tears!
Huzzah! A frame pump! An accessory fit for a commuter!

1 comment:

Spiritof76 said...

As much as I like Scotty's bike. I would still take the rickshaw.