Wednesday, May 31, 2006


Dumbo returns......

If Scooter would run real fast into the wind and stick out his ears I would own the first flying dog.


Team approach..........

Shasta Daisies planted in last years compost bed.


Memories of northern aggression.....

Replica of the Confederate Submarine HL Hunley at the Charleston Museum.


Osaka raw fish fix........

My friend Yvonne and her boy toy Norm. Norm is the one on the left with the halo. I figure he got the halo from Big Guy in the Sky for putting up with her shit.

Tuesday, May 30, 2006


The Turon season is in full bloom......

Opening ceremony for Spoleto which runs till June 6th. The mayor had a few words to say [make that a few millon since it's election season]. Pedicab business was slammed.


The word for today is TACKY.......

She is a "10".........on the I just drank 15 Margaritas scale. You got to love that Folly Beach.

Monday, May 29, 2006


What are kids coming to these days?

Meet these guys riding their bikes towards downtown Charleston Thursday and showed them the safest way across Ashley River Bridge.
Then we did a pedicab ride around the Battery and exchanged war stories.

They rode their bikes to Charleston from
San Francisco, via Adventure Cycling Southern Tier Route and have been on the road since March 1st.

Check out their web site:

Tuesday, May 23, 2006


PCM has a new girlfriend!

Do you mind getting your butt out of my face?

Monday, May 22, 2006


Forrest comes to the market..

Where have I seen this guy before?


White trash......

I was sitting on the corner of North Market and Church Street at the Sea Shell and noticed this lady with a see-through skirt that revealed granny panties underneath. The red TACKY flag started waving in my head, and I had to have a picture (some of this stuff is impossible to believe without a photo). I snapped off a quick shot as she walked by talking on a cell phone and damn if she didn't turn and walk past me the second time. As she walked back the other way I figured I could get another shot and did about the time she handed a guy the phone. This guy had more hair on his left biceps than I have on my whole body. He also had a tattoo on his left bicep larger than my head. Did I mention his mean squinty eyes staring at me?

I said to myself, "Self, you can out run this guy--you better be able to out run this guy cause he'll smother you in a wrestling match."

About that time a nice couple walked up and asked the price for a pedicab ride.

"Get on the bike NOW. Believe me we can work out an accommodation on price. How's free sound?"

Thankfully, we left before those beady eyes could give me a sunburn.


Young tour-on

When this young-un comes back to the Market in 20 years the PCM will give her a free ride.
When she comes back in 50 years she'll have to pay.


The worlds best baby.......

Keeley at one month old. I had to wait around 2 hours before she would cry.

Thursday, May 18, 2006


Who wants to be 2nd ?

Here is the first person to ride a pedicab across the Cooper River Bridge. Going up hill is hell on the knees when you ride a cab designed for flat ground. Also, our brakes aren't designed for steep down hill riding so I had help brake by putting my foot on the front wheel.


Yvonne's story about Dink Rooster.......

I looked out my back door yesterday evening, just as the severe thunderstorm/hailstorm kicked into full swing. There sat Dink, the rooster, bravely perched on the railing of my back porch. (Note: He refuses to roost anywhere else - even the covered lean-to where I put up a nice perch for him). I couldn't stand seeing him out there - he was soaking wet and just pitiful - and being pelted by hail! Well, I guess I need to have my head examined, 'cause the next thing I know I've got him in my arms and in the house. I put a towel (a Ralph Lauren Polo insignia one, no less) across my dryer, put a few plastic shopping bags over the towel and, voila, Dink was in for the night. No cage, nothing - just the rooster sitting on top of the dryer in my back hallway. I should have taken a picture! It worked out surprisingly well. I walked by several times during the evening to check on him and pet him. He was quite content and made very little noise....until 5:20 THIS MORNING!!! His first crow scared the hell out of me. By the time I had come to my senses and stopped shaking enough to get to the hallway, he was well into his second crow. Needless to say, I didn't waste any time getting him outside - just about sunrise, I think (which, of course, gave him all the more reason to keep crowing). Unbelievable...but so darned funny I just had to share it.

No, the horse is not next. He's quite content in his barn, and I'm quite content to leave him there.


A story from my friend Yvonne.........

Let me tell you the latest. After hearing a helluva strange commotion outside (1 squawking chicken and about 100 really noisy, cawing crows) at about 6:20 this morning, I stepped out on the back porch just in time to see a fox gnawing on Dink and trying to carry his seemingly lifeless body across the pasture. I yelled at the fox (who immediately dropped Dink) and I took off across the yard in a panic to rescue my little buddy. I just KNEW he was dead...he was on his side, no movement whatsoever. Of course, I was in tears as I knelt down and gently looked him over. No blood, no guts, just lots of feathers everywhere, so I figured the fox had broken Dink's neck. As I was petting him and crying over him, one beady little eye opened and looked up at me. I guess the poor guy was just in shock! I scooped him up and headed back to the house where I could look him over more closely. That's when I realized that I was barefoot....and I have those damned little sandspurs in my yard...and now there were a million little sandspur stickers in my feet. Ouch!!!! So, weren't we a sight this morning, the two of us sitting on the back porch steps - me pulling stickers out of my feet (and trying to figure out a way to discourage the fox from eating free range chicken) and Dink sitting next to me preening and smoothing his ruffled feathers! I've just gotta remember: 1) chickens are not pets; 2) There are no such things as "pets" on a farm; 3) It's all about the food chain.....

Wednesday, May 17, 2006


Hog days of summer.............

Harley has a model appropriately called the Fat Boy. I've had a strange temptation to holler, "Hey, fat boy, on the Fat Boy," but self preservation has kicked every time I had the urge. A lot of the Harley bitches (their name, not mine) have grown too big to ride with the fat boys (according to my calculations a Harley has about a 800 pound total ass limit per bike) so that you see more and more girls riding their own bikes. Note: I've also been tempted to holler out, "Hey, girl, ride that Fat Boy till he drops." I figure it's time to put the sexist Harley image aside and come out with a new model for the ladies. Some how Fat Girl doesn't work, so I got to thinking about the old movie Thunder Road and this combined with seeing a lady on a bike with legs bigger than my waist brings to mind thunder thighs, so how about model TTXXXL. Okay, it needs a little work, but we're on the right track. Any ideas?

Tuesday, May 16, 2006


Say what????????????

It's the annual Harley rally in Myrtle Beach, SC, and a fair share of the Hogs are making their way to Charleston for day trips. We can forget about using cell phones on the street for a few days. I have the pedicab phone in high vibration alert mode and run into the nearest bar to talk when it goes off. My observation is that the Harley crowd has pulled a Brando, which is to say they were fit and pretty in the old days but have changed to old, fat and ugly in the new millennium. I was parked at the Sea Shell store and next to this bunch yesterday. It seemed very quite after they left.

Monday, May 15, 2006


Talk about a bad night..........

These guys were out on the town till very very late.

Sunday, May 14, 2006


Oldest coon at Keeper of the Wild.........

The beds in this joint are a bitch!


Miller time..........

A Gay night at the Med Deli and these girls ruled the nest. I told RL she was on her own if anyone hit on her.

Thursday, May 11, 2006


Long night...........

"Hey Bartender, Bud with Jim Beam straight up, and none of that Butt Lite shit."


My brother say..........

Casey and I have provided transportation for weddings at Folly Beach the last two weekends. We rode people and wedding stuff from the gate at Phillips Light House Road to the sand trail just before the beach that looks out over Lighthouse Point, a distance of about 1/4 mile. We have to lift the cabs over the gate to reach this part of the road (for some reason the feds let people do weddings here but won't open the gate). We did a lot of extra work for the first wedding when we transported a bunch of people who were going to another wedding to our event. Turns out the wedding they wanted was just off the road near the gate. I knew we were in trouble when I saw people I rode down walking back before the wedding. Who would have guessed there were two weddings going on 1/4 mile from each other on Folly Beach?

Last week the first to arrive were the wedding photographers, a couple black guys from Florida. On the ride down one of them said to me, "Don't know why a good looking black dude would want to marry a skinny ass white girl."

I say to him, "I'm with you bro."

Monday, May 08, 2006


First ride.........

I gave these kids their first ride as a married couple. They got married at the end of Folly Beach. Crazy Casey and I furnished transporatation.


What pedicab riders do best.........

A little BS session at the corner of North Market and Meeting before the graduation rush at the College of Charleston. We did about an hour of telling lies and one hour of good business, then it rained. At least everone made some beer money.
Pictured left to right: Pretty Boy Tyler, Hippy Dave, Crazy Casey, Jumper Sean.

Monday, May 01, 2006


Blast off..............

Pedicab Pizza, no longer a dream of owner Joel Carl and brother Casey. Lauched Friday at midnight, and Casey sold 16 Mellow Mushroom Pizzas in first two hours of operation. Do drunks eat pizza or what?!


Pugger's Mug

This girl's name is Betty and her daddy is in town for a convention. She is staying at the Anson Inn and waiting for him to come back with a treat.

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