|This is my campus bike now. Liza works a block from the Centennial Trail, so she has my original campus bike at her office for lunchtime stolls.|
Astute readers will recognize this ugly mutha as the one and only, Shogun. It just keeps on giving. The rear rim is splitting/cracked, so to keep the brakes from aggravatin' the situation, I'm running the bike in fixed mode.
|Birds of prey. Praying.|
|More coal going to China.|
|FLT at Marshall Road.|
Not ridable by me.
|The intent here was to capture the oppressive monochromatic turd of winterness by juxtaposing a b-slap of redness. Didn't work. And of course that's the camera's fault.|
|See that hard plastic blade on the thumb of my glove?|
That is friggin the stupidist glove feature ever.
Here's the scenario: cold, frozen, drippy nose. Wipe said nose violently with your thumb, as you are wont to do.
|"This is what my girlfriend would look like without skin."|