9/20/2023 0 Comments Limbo bar fat man![]() He entered the shop and looked the place up and down. A faded handwritten sign hung at the shop’s entrance, empty save for the lone shopkeeper skulking behind the counter, which was tucked away in a shadowy corner at the back of the shop. His measured footsteps led him to a small hole-in-the-wall shop, which he took for one of those nondescript tobacco-and liquor-stores-perhaps a snack booth or corner store of sorts, he couldn’t quite tell. He tried to hail a couple of passers-by, but they just kept on their hurried way. He wanted to have a word with someone, but no one was inclined to stop and chat. ![]() Most people moved at a quick clip, shrouded in icy hues, their faces obscured by dark hats and headscarves. There were plenty of people out and about, but no one so much as spared him a glance. Could he have somehow ended up in this no-man’s land? After all, no one knew where this island was, much less whether it was an actual place.Īs he traipsed along, the steady crunch of gravel under his boot soles reassured him that the ground beneath him was indeed real and solid. ![]() Death Row Island was a remote, frightful place, suffused in the clammy chill of the Gulag Archipelago. This way, they could be imprisoned without the faintest hope of survival, while satisfying the humanitarians’ insistence on a delayed execution. He had once heard of a place called Death Row Island, where convicts sentenced to death were sent to await their fate. Īfter regaining consciousness, he had found himself in this strange city, not knowing where he was, not knowing whether he was dead or alive. Later on, he vaguely recalled the bluish gleam of the lights in the operating room, and the IV bag in the hospital ward. His car slammed into the guardrail, metal and glass debris piercing his flesh like a rain of bullets. A black Maserati had come flying out of nowhere, striking his vehicle full-on and flattening him into a corner of the driver’s seat. The last thing he remembered was blowing through a red light along Beijing’s Second Ring Road at two o’clock in the morning. The sky was choked by a dense layer of low-hanging clouds, the skyscrapers’ invisible crowns swallowed by the ashen haze.Īs he strode deeper into this city of shadows, he took stock of his surroundings, on constant guard against potential dangers lurking behind hidden street corners. The gaps between the buildings were inked an impenetrable charcoal-gray. The skyline was punctuated by a relentless succession of high-rises-the buildings’ rebar skeletons were gray, their glass flanks tinted gray. There was a peculiar feel to this city, the air swollen with an impending danger. Also special thanks to T ouchTheSkyBlue for the photos.He ventured cautiously through this strange twilight city. Thanks to the Cuyuna crew for inviting us to this great event for a good cause. Thirsty River played 3 shows including one at the Surly group camp site that rolled into Sunday. ![]() Live auction of the Puglefunk generated $2,200 dollars for trails Winner of 12 pack skid contest on a KrampusĪWood on the 12 Pack Skid on the Donger.look at that concentration. “That bike feels like you are riding on a deep dish pizza.” Quote of the day came from a demo rider returning an ECR. The Cuyuna Lake Mountain Crew are dedicate group who created this event to raise money to maintain one the best trail systems in the state of Minnesota and we were stoked to be part of the chaos. Surly donated some fabulous prizes to help raise funds for trail maintenance and trail development. The day was filled with miscellaneous bike related activities to keep the crowd entertained. Last weekend Surly showed up in force at the Cuyuna Klunkerfunk in Ironton, MN. ![]()
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