tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4443929421065161561.post6897125710201489425..comments2023-03-27T08:57:57.883-05:00Comments on A Sort of Homecoming: Marx Was Right, Baby! (A Cycling Dialectic)E.O'B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11316648414289173668noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4443929421065161561.post-27274116757512680252011-07-10T12:27:53.931-05:002011-07-10T12:27:53.931-05:00I'm in Europe on vacation not much to report T...I'm in Europe on vacation not much to report There will be in the futureRDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01437586131474372836noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4443929421065161561.post-56359169064447403502011-07-09T19:23:02.437-05:002011-07-09T19:23:02.437-05:00EOB, tru dat. I worked at 40th & Hamilton for ...EOB, tru dat. I worked at 40th & Hamilton for a few years, commuting most days and doing training rides on Florence, 30th St. and all up in tha hood. One kid threw a crabapple at me once (which was actually kinda funny), other than that everybody left me the hell alone. No SUV buzz-bys, no leaning on the horn, no rage-a-thons. People just left me the hell alone. Wish West O was more like that.Rad-Rennerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12347105923775998042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4443929421065161561.post-74299203494831242672011-07-08T19:19:57.495-05:002011-07-08T19:19:57.495-05:00solidsolidbradyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12422901243969548083noreply@blogger.com