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Rattled Bones

By Ben Brown • 6th April 2011 03:11pm • Posted in Rides

Photo: Joe Hall

To ride up god's scars is to hope he doesn't see, and flick you down. Or off the sutured earth holding in the dead. Communion rattling in your bike and bones.

Slowed down and played backwards it's morse code:

C R A S H A N D B U R N

Stop

Comments

Simon Warden

6th April 2011 10:19pm

sorry have you all gone mad!!!

Christopher Cowart

6th April 2011 11:04pm

Joe, I'm feeling it too! Several sections of 2km cobbles -- up and down in Flanders. See you at Roubaix?

Joe Hall

7th April 2011 11:10am

@Simon - Ben ate one too many Haribo sweets in France, combined with the attrition dished out by the cobbles, he hasn't quite recovered…

@Christopher - You must be a real slave for the pave… Good luck!

Ben Brown

7th April 2011 01:43pm

My eyes smell like sausages for sure.

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