Nothing to see here

On the left is my old 1980 Yamaha Seca XJ 550. I am lucky that bike didn't kill me. It pulled violently to the left and had no rear brakes. It was loud and fast, sort of.
On the right is my RT and Big Len's GS. The shot is from the cemetary where my great-great grandfather is buried.

Ruggerfest Uber Alles

Hi-Way 82 south east of Independance Pass through to Aspen. Saw the valley and had to turn around for a picture, the bikes facing away from the pass.

Tearing through Amish country, hiway 371 to MonteVista, Colorado trying to get a photo of my dad over my shoulder. He was too busy trying to get a picture of his shadow on the asphalt.

Three days and counting

Three days and counting...
can't focus, can't eat, can't sleep,

The RT

I just a got this somanabich. Picking it up in September. My life is about to change...

This Just In!

Ladies and gentlemen it has come to our attention that Toby is getting married. A moment of silence for the unfortunate lass who, after ten too many ales, agreed to marry this ne'er do well...

Brew Day...

Last night M and I saw Greyboy at The Fox in Boulder. Great show. He played (spun) with DJ's Thunder and Roots, two local guys who also spin at what used to be the best Jazz club in the state, 'Round Midnight, on thursdays.

Today I think we're going to brew a batch o' beer. Probably something light, a Pilsner maybe. We usually brew one batch of sure fire drinkable beer and one seasonal with something funky thrown in. This time it might be Jasmine. Last time it was compost and sweat socks.

McMurdo 

Opening Salvo from Denver...

After sitting on the sidelines for all these months it is high time I add my panic stricken voice to the motley soup that is the "blogosphere". At this time I have nothing to say but stay tuned for mountains of non-sequiters and oceans of unsubstatiated accusations and rumors. Until then...

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