Pork, sweet pork. (Taken with Instagram at Cochon Butcher)
On occasion I like to believe that there exists in everyone an inherent poetry. No matter how beautiful or crass the individual, there is still an appreciable rhythm to what makes them go.
(via shaneguiter)
Heres the deal. If you care about me, or anyone else who rides a bike, and you drive a car - read this.
In two weeks I’ll be putting 150 miles on my legs to help raise awareness for multiple sclerosis. Help me out by donating here: http://bikems.robjdlc.com