On the banks of the mighty Mississippi, in the quaint village of Port Byron, Illinois, rides this giant of a man. The locals dubbed him “Will B. Rolling,” and I think that’s a fine name for this picture.
Peace, people!
On the banks of the mighty Mississippi, in the quaint village of Port Byron, Illinois, rides this giant of a man. The locals dubbed him “Will B. Rolling,” and I think that’s a fine name for this picture.
Peace, people!
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It is indeed. I would never have fancied my chances on one of these things.
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I’d have failed miserably!
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we could have had a club…. I seriously cannot fathom how anyone could go these things.
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Yep. We have a penny farthing hotel nearby
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