I’m here a week now, waiting for a mission … getting softer.
Every minute I stay in this box, I get weaker, and every minute Donnie squats over a putt … well, I’m guessing he farts.
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Turkocalypse Now
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October 22, 2017 at 5:22 pm |
Perhaps the Turkinator would rather be a saucier?
October 22, 2017 at 5:31 pm |
Never get out of the gravy boat!
October 22, 2017 at 5:53 pm |
Rimshot!
October 22, 2017 at 6:28 pm |
“You smell that?”
Thanks, Patrick and all, I needed this!
October 22, 2017 at 8:07 pm |
One thing you don’t want to do is pull the Turk’s finger. He’s been known to pull back.
October 22, 2017 at 8:34 pm |
October 22, 2017 at 6:41 pm |
Do I detect a weakening in the “Embargo” resolve? Perhaps the much-maligned “slippery slope/domino theory”? Just kiddin’!!!! 🙂
But…..speaking of “staying in the box”: whatever your “box” may be (e.g. blogging, writing, work, habits, etc.) please be sure to take at least an hour a day to break out and MOVE (physically, emotionally, intellectually) outside the lines. Because, if you’re not living life on the edge, you’re taking up too much space!
PO’G is a master of this…..mostly! 🙂
Good on ya, Turk……truly statesfeline-like wisdom and patience.
October 22, 2017 at 8:10 pm |
Well said, JD. The Turk and Miss Mia have both been more active lately, playing with various toys and even each other from time to time. It’s been fun to watch.
Me, I decided it was Ride Your Own Damn Bike Day today, and got outside on the Voodoo for a quick hour. Most refreshing.
October 22, 2017 at 8:28 pm |
What happened to the Jones? Haven’t seen it out lately.
October 22, 2017 at 8:32 pm |
It’s still around, Pat, and I still love it. But mostly I ride drop-bar bikes off road because the trails are so skinny around here.
This pic is of a wide lane, but the trails pinch down and get all prickly real quick. The broad H-bar on the Jones puts me at risk of knuckle-dusting cacti on both sides of the trail.
October 23, 2017 at 7:22 am |
When we come up again, I’m bringing my Niner mountain hardtail. Riding both the Paseo del Bosque and the trails you have been showing us on the same trip would be sweet.
October 23, 2017 at 8:12 am |
Amazingly nice in these parts yesterday so I went out for couple of hours. Wish I had a photo of a paceline I saw going the other way – about 10 standard-looking, drop-bar road bikes all lined up behind a guy on a fat bike!
October 23, 2017 at 10:34 am |
Fatpacing? This is a thing now? I thought we’d have to wait for the apocalypse, when the motos were all out of gas.
October 23, 2017 at 1:44 pm |
Dunno, but this guy looked to be punching a big hole in the air via the combination of massive tires, upright position and the crazy-wide handlebars they run on these things nowadays.
I guess somehow the trees are now further apart than they used to be?
October 23, 2017 at 1:57 pm |
We had a guy on the training rides in Bibleburg Back In the Day© who looked like the Batman, only bigger. Everyone was always fighting for his wheel, ’cause it was like drafting a UPS truck. We decided his tribal name would be “Wind-in-Face.”
October 24, 2017 at 8:02 am |
Get the wheel of the tandem, especially downhill.
October 24, 2017 at 8:14 am |
Oh, man. Tandems. That’s how I rode a 4:30 at the Hardscrabble Century one year. Enjoyed favorable winds for the climb up Hardscrabble Cañon and then hooked up with a tandem just outside Texas Creek, along Highway 50. Zoom zoom, etc.
October 25, 2017 at 12:02 pm
A century in 4:30 is zooming all right. You must have been cooking that day! Bet you had pasta the night before and oatmeal for breakfast.
October 23, 2017 at 2:31 pm |
there were 3 people on fat bikes at ragbrai a few years ago. they were not slow.
October 23, 2017 at 1:26 pm |
we just adopted two kittens from the cat colony down the block. kittens are fun to have around but i’m not a big fan of the litter box. trying to come up with clever names is harder than i thought.
October 23, 2017 at 1:59 pm |
The litter box is non-awesome, to be sure. Oddly, it’s how we came up for the names for our Weirdcliffe cats. They used to fish turds out of the box and play hockey with them, so we dubbed them Ike and Tina Turdherder.
October 23, 2017 at 2:28 pm |
these are going to become outdoor cats after the neutering happens. i was singing the ‘little boxes’ tune by pete seger the other day but with ‘litter boxes’ instead.
October 23, 2017 at 7:57 pm |
Love the Pete Seeger song. You must have a barn. You could borrow Duffy. He is one good mouser. When you tell him to drop it, he crunches it first, then he spits it out.
October 25, 2017 at 10:22 am |
thinking of naming them barry and joe after our former president and vice president. one is black and the other is greyish.
October 25, 2017 at 10:52 am |
That’ll work. Or, how about Bow and Tie? Laurel and Hardy? Click and Clack? Lenny and Squiggy? Rowan and Martin? Pocket and Rocket? Or my favorite, Wallace and Gromit?