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Bikes. Parts. Chaos.

Oh sweet beer stop, how I love thee.  Let me count the ways....

You keep me from becoming too parched

and keep the racer types at bay.

You keep the mood light

and make even short rides last all day.

I love your barley sweetness as its taste touches my lips

as your emptys spill into my backpack their last few sips

It leaves your scent there to linger and tarry

all of this love, in my heart I do carry.

Two people showing thumbs up, standing on a dirt river bank with bare trees, and a red Surly bike laying between them

Thumbs up

Go ride bikes.