Word Pictures

Summertime is in the air and as a result, the fragrant aroma of a Kenda container hangs that much longer on the humid jetstreams of the primary/Alpha warehouse. Like a fine cheese salon, the warehouse for at least the next 24 hours is an olfactory tour de force assaulting the senses and stimulating the mind. KENDA TIRES ARE FUNKY, but wonderful products. We love them like the unwashed, feral stepbrother we never had (using the royal “we” in this context). The unwashed, feral brother we DID have, Joshie (graphics ragamuffin) is in Lake Tahoe this week attending the nuptials of a former Hawleyite. Joshie did a ride the other day and sent two photos of the lake assuming I would be impressed. What’s so impressive? The clarity of the water? The scenic vistas? The never-ending majesty of the great Western expanse?!?! Give me the brackish muck and ornery schools of gar in Lake Murray any day over Tahoe…