Biker Friendly

Please leave a parking space on Kingsway open for bikers.

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  1. No Gods No Masters
    Song by Garbage

    Be kind, beware
    Be good, don’t be scared
    Nothing lasts and no one stays
    The same forever so accept the change
    Where the wind blows runnin’ ’round in circles
    Where the wind blows runnin’ ’round in circles
    The future is mine just the same
    No master or gods to obey
    I’ll make all the same mistakes
    Save your prayers for yourself
    ‘Cause they don’t work and they don’t help
    The things we do, the things we don’t
    The things we love, the things we lost
    Where the wind blows, runnin’ ’round in circles
    Where the wind blows, runnin’ ’round in circles
    The future is mine just the same
    (Where the wind blows, runnin’ ’round in circles)
    No master or gods to obey
    (Where the wind blows, runnin’ ’round in circles)
    I’ll make all the same mistakes
    (Where the wind blows, runnin’ ’round in circles)
    Over and over again
    (Where the wind blows, runnin’ ’round in circles)
    Over and over again
    (Where the wind blows, runnin’ ’round in circles)
    All our friends
    All our lovers
    All our babies
    All our friends
    All our lovers
    All our babies
    The future is mine just the same
    (Where the wind blows, runnin’ ’round in circles)
    No master or gods to obey
    (Where the wind blows, runnin’ ’round in circles)
    I’ll make all the same mistakes
    (Where the wind blows, runnin’ ’round in circles)
    Over and over again
    (Where the wind blows, runnin’ ’round in circles)
    Over and over again
    (Where the wind blows, runnin’ ’round in circles)
    I want what’s mine that once was yours
    I want what’s mine that once was yours
    You want what’s mine, I want what’s yours
    I want what’s mine that once was yours
    Over and over again
    (Where the wind blows, runnin’ ’round in circles)
    Over and over again
    (Where the wind blows, runnin’ ’round in circles)
    Over and over, over and over, over and over again
    (Where the wind blows, runnin’ ’round in circles)
    The future is mine just the same
    No master or gods to obey

  2. The Hell’s Angels began as world war 1 veterans, parachuting into a hellscape, now the streets outside our doors are the hellscape.

    I think perhaps of all the things a police state can do to its citizens, distorting history is possibly the most pernicious.

    Robert A. Heinlein

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