Those Damned Chicken Strips
Yeah, it’s almost as bad as that tire ya just can’t get rid of. OK, maybe worse. Those freakin’ chicken strips, the tell all of who rides a bike even close to the limit. It’s like trying to hide that loud mouth alcolholic aunt who pokes her head into the garage when your buds are over checkin’ out the new bling you just put on the bike. Yellin’, swearin’, cigarette hanging out of the corner of her mouth. Why ME? Why can’t she just go back inside, nope, not gonna happen. No matter where you go, there they are . The only place they seem to get lost is after a good day at the track or on that familiar canyon road on a sunny summer day. And now that summer is almost here we ain’t gonna be eatin’ no more chickenstrips.





April 16th, 2008 at 20:10
UH dude, like we ride our bikes UPRIGHT. When we like go into a turn we DO NOT lay our most precious over on it’s side to wear off the tread on our most precious tires. YOU like dum or somethin? dude?
April 17th, 2008 at 14:28
What came first? the chicken or the strips??
April 19th, 2008 at 11:22
haha, um, i think we don’t like to ride our bikes UPRIGHT, but, I do like to have my head on UPRIGHT, DUDE! These cartoons are great, keep ‘em coming