The 10 Thousand Dollar Chair
Written by: Uncle Chad
Man, there is nothing like seeing someone with a Rolex that doesn’t keep time, a Ferrari that’s in the shop, ROGANI BRUNO and FRANCO’s with poop on the bottom of their soles, or a ten thousand dollar racing bike being used as a desk chair. Pure, personal enjoyment, I tell ya. [...]
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I don’t get it. A few years ago, some father who owns a big corporate company, gave his son-in-law a schnazzy upper level management job in charge of the making and distributing of fangled widgets. The fact is he really doesn’t do anything, everybody hates him, and the company would run well without [...]
Upgrade This! Coming Soon To A Store Near You
By Uncle Chad
Upgrade. n. (noun). To pay extra for something that you should have gotten with your original purchase. syn. sucker, chump, fred.
Upgrade, upgrade, upgrade. That’s all I hear lately. I write this to you, (with a sweat ball dripping off my nose), as I wish to warn you what may come [...]
The “Trickle Up Economics”
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The “Trickle Up Economics”
By Uncle Chad
I am sure we have all heard of “trickle down economics”. It is basically “the economic-political argument that the increases in the wealth of the rich are good for the poor because some of such additional wealth will eventually trickle down to the middle class and to [...]
Does it “Matter”?
The Cranky Mechanic
One of my favorite cycling photos is the one of Albert Einstein riding a bicycle in a suit.
He also once said, “matter can’t be created or destroyed”. Yes there is nothing better than playing hooky and going out for an afternoon ride. But “matter can’t be created…”, I beg to [...]
Is Green Is The New Extreme?
Original Essay by: The Cranky Mechanic
All right stop. Collaborate and listen.
Remember way back in the last century when Vanilla Ice unleashed “Ice Ice Baby” on our unsuspecting ears?
Not only did he give us the gift of the greatest one hit wonder followed by the saddest career this side of Dana Plato, his flowing prose launched [...]

































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