Through the rim. Holy hell, that's awesome.
I'd like to say "taint a tang," but that might make me an asshole.
Only in Hillyard... I was on Market and Wellesley yesterday buying a can of coffee at a gas station. The cashier asked if I wanted anything else. I replied "no thanks." He slid a large shiny knife (shank?) out of a counter top drawer and used the tip to flick the price tag off. Why the knife was necessary to remove the little price sticker I don't know.
Hold up on the Hillyard bashing here -- the streets of SPokane are strewn with shit -- I ride through an industrial bit of the back side of East Central every day. There's plenty of opportunity to destroy my tires. I wasn't there, so maybe there's more than meets the eye here, but when you run over the a hunk of road crap that big, the neighborhood is not the one to blame. Just sayin'And I'm the last to get all high-horse on pilot-error puncture events.More importantly, I'm glad Joel is ok -- if that monster got lodged in his front wheel, he could've realy gotten hurt.
New slogan?Spokane: where the streets are lined with shit and tang.
Near tangy shit, near perfect.
Lurid puncture, nerd rapture
Anon 3: Damn fine use of four words, you elegantly nailed the whole conversation.
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