Side cars are for bitches.

by statia on April 24, 2008

I was sitting on my bed, where I just happened to look glance over at the windowto see a motorcycle drive by, with a side car, which contained a life sized stuffed Winnie the Pooh.

People are fucking weird.

{ 12 comments }

donna April 24, 2008 at 4:18 pm

But the drink sidecar is really quite yummy. No idea what’s in it, I just remember getting drunk on them at the bar in Grand Central Station with my friend.

I should find out what’s in a sidecar and make one. I need a drink right now. Can you tell?

Deltus April 24, 2008 at 5:04 pm

I think it would have been weirder having the life sized stuffed Winnie the Pooh riding bitch behind the motorcycle rider.

Jenn April 24, 2008 at 5:13 pm

The other day the neighbor across the street was raking his cement patio.

There are no trees over there.

Karen April 24, 2008 at 8:51 pm

There’s a guy in my town that drives a motorcycle with a light blue bear in the side car. He’s been doing it for years and each time I see him, the bear is more filthy.

MsPrufrock April 25, 2008 at 6:00 am

I don’t have anything to say but feel I must comment. Help.

bitca April 25, 2008 at 6:58 am

Hallucinogens are bad for you, mmkay?

Z. Hendirez April 25, 2008 at 2:42 pm

A guy I used to know in school did the same thing with a Tigger…It had lead weights in it to help balance the motorcycle when there wasn’t someone in the sidecar.

I don’t ride, so I don’t know how much it helps, but that was his reason, at least.

Empress April 25, 2008 at 7:14 pm

Now, see, I think that’s cool. I admire the weird in people. It’s the mundane I can’t stand.

Empress April 25, 2008 at 7:16 pm

Sorry about the triple comments!

Helen April 26, 2008 at 10:30 am

Admit it-for the right bottle of vodka, you would totally ride in the sidecar.

Anne Patterson April 26, 2008 at 9:53 pm

Please let me know if DW is interested in doing any Norwegian translation of old family diary’s. If you want to know what DW stands for, plz contact me. Annie

amy t. April 28, 2008 at 8:20 am

Gordon used to have a bike with a sidecar. For years I told him I wanted a picture of him on the bike and me in the sidecar. When I made it to Scotland the first time, that was my first request. He’d sold it the week before and it was gone.

Thanks for bringing up that painful memory. :-P

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