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Video: In the mix with Giant-Shimano’s sprint train at Tour de Suisse
Having trouble getting out the door to train today? This will get your motor running!
Having trouble getting out the door to train today? This will get your motor running!
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Happy Bloomsday! #2014
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| "DavyByrnesPubDublin" by DanMS. |
"Bloom ate liv as said before. Clean here at least. That chap in the Burton, gummy with gristle. No-one here: Goulding and I. Clean tables, flowers, mitres of napkins. Pat to and fro. Bald Pat. Nothing to do. Best value in Dub.
Piano again. Cowley it is. Way he sits in to it, like one together, mutual understanding. Tiresome shapers scraping fiddles, eye on the bowend, sawing the cello, remind you of toothache. Her high long snore. Night we were in the box. Trombone under blowing like a grampus, between the acts, other brass chap unscrewing, emptying spittle. Conductor's legs too, bagstrousers, jiggedy jiggedy. Do right to hide them.
Piano again. Cowley it is. Way he sits in to it, like one together, mutual understanding. Tiresome shapers scraping fiddles, eye on the bowend, sawing the cello, remind you of toothache. Her high long snore. Night we were in the box. Trombone under blowing like a grampus, between the acts, other brass chap unscrewing, emptying spittle. Conductor's legs too, bagstrousers, jiggedy jiggedy. Do right to hide them.
Jiggedy jingle jaunty jaunty.
Only the harp. Lovely. Gold glowering light. Girl touched it. Poop of a lovely. Gravy's rather good fit for a. Golden ship. Erin. The harp that once or twice. Cool hands. Ben Howth, the rhododendrons. We are their harps. I. He. Old. Young.
—Ah, I couldn't, man, Mr Dedalus said, shy, listless.
Strongly.
—Go on, blast you! Ben Dollard growled. Get it out in bits.
—M'appari, Simon, Father Cowley said.
Down stage he strode some paces, grave, tall in affliction, his long arms outheld. Hoarsely the apple of his throat hoarsed softly. Softly he sang to a dusty seascape there: A Last Farewell. A headland, a ship, a sail upon the billows. Farewell. A lovely girl, her veil awave upon the wind upon the headland, wind around her.
Cowley sang:
—M'appari tutt'amor:
Il mio sguardo l'incontr...
Il mio sguardo l'incontr...
She waved, unhearing Cowley, her veil, to one departing, dear one, to wind, love, speeding sail, return.
—Go on, Simon.
—Ah, sure, my dancing days are done, Ben... Well…”
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200 Bikes Stolen from Scott Factory in Givisiez
Huge 200-bike theft at Scott headquarters in Switzerland | road.cc
No small theft, these bikes were worth an average of CHF 4,500 each and included 2015 prototypes. And to think this happened just outside Fribourg. I feel bad for someone who just ordered a bike and has has to deal with this. The dealers as well. I hope thy nail the thieves soon.
No small theft, these bikes were worth an average of CHF 4,500 each and included 2015 prototypes. And to think this happened just outside Fribourg. I feel bad for someone who just ordered a bike and has has to deal with this. The dealers as well. I hope thy nail the thieves soon.
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