The dead of a grand old lady.
January 22nd, 2010
Heraclio
Monterey, 07-11-2002. After yesterday`s two flats I straddle my steel grand mother, my cr*ppy old bicycle – remember? – with mounting fears and a strong ominous feeling in the front of my head. I realise I`m experiencing the dead of a grand old lady. I feel very convinced my relationship with this rusty old lady Read More »
