Bike MOwer - So much better than a tailpipe in your face.

I bet he mows lawns

MOZI LAWN .

I recently found this site for a bike plow. It's a super cool concept that a bike could plow the snow. It actually drags behind the bike and has wheels. Looks a lot like an woodbox trailer with and anvil tearing a path.

Have yet to look for a "bike mower." I am sure something exists. I bet it drags behind your bike? When that day comes. When streets through the city bet plowed under. More grass and trees and bike paths. Then we might see more bikes converted into bike mowers.

Never pull up behind a bike mower. Unless maybe you like grass clipping in your teeth. So much better than a tailpipe.

Get out of your Dinosaur!

Ride, ride, ride. Then ride some more

Top 5 Instant reasons Biking is good for commuting.
1. You hair flys back in the wind. If you don't have hair you can always imagine
2. Never pay for parking.
3. Your heart loves you for it.
4. Balancing is fun.
5. Pedaling equals clean air.


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Internal Monitoring

when discussions about Big Brother go to far

Always joking that I am being watched. I caught an associate in the act of monitoring me on his cell phone.

He got some really good footage of me on the phone talking with so and so about this and that. He actually showed me the photo he zapped. It was me talking on the phone taking a picture of him. We laughed.

This is the modern day duel: Back-to-back, 12 steps turn and fire camara phone. I believe my coworkers locked with a larger caliber weapon with the speedloader (i.e. more pixels with video.) I typically cock my hammer with my thumb( got a slider phone.) No speed loading. It's not automatic. We got the digital in common. We both got shots off.

Not sure what the challenge is because we never discussed it afterwards. I guess I won? I know he's not posting his on the web, in a blog. But then again, I am not so sure.

Paddywagon at the Dubliner

For a mere $5 dollars cover, the Dubliner on University allowed it patrons to relic the days of St. Patrick in a tent out back. Such a jolly affair. The squads were all there too. You know it's fun then.

I met a fellow walking past smoking. I told him "you know you can smoke in here." He looked at his cigarette and said, " Remember those days?"

"Yes."

I was suprised he didn't ask if I wanted one. I would have said, "No." The PaddyWagon's came on and the place got a bit rowdy. I could see all the snakes leaving the stage.