Eat, Sleep, Ride: How I Braved Bears, Badlands and Big Breakfasts in My Quest to Cycle the Tour Divide:
On closer inspection the town consisted of no more than a crossroads, the branches of which were populated by half a dozen motels, a couple of diners, a post office and two gas stations with convenience stores attached. And JR's Taxidermy
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Also, I am in agreement with you and Petunia in judging the hell out of this guy.
I only know one hippopotamus song ("I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas"), but even I know to keep that one to myself, and even then in moderation. This author... wow.
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*waves to oddmonster* Hi! I love your write up of this book. It's probably funnier than the book because it surely made me chuckle.
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I have to say, there really is nothing like the bottles song when you're trying to get up a rilly, rilly long hill. It does make things seem a lot cheerier.
Off to look up the Flanders and Swann song...
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qhaR_1rmO5I
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