I missed out on an hour and a half of TV tonight, damn it.

The singing snowman kills me,  just spot-on.  It's so wrong it's right.

Success!  First fat bike bright light night ride tonight.  First winter light ride for years.  Excellent.  Riding alleys like wide slides.  Riding snowbanks like rolling bumps.  Riding plowed hills like ridgeline surfing.

The bike is easy,  figuring out clothing is hard.  Thirty degrees tonight is practically casual compared to zero last weekend.  Wore my rain jacket and rain gloves - perfect with pit-zips.  Long sleeve wool jersey.  XC-Ski pants.  Insulated light hiking boots.  Light winter headband.  Light winter hat.  Helmet.  Heath's excellent and ready to bike-mount see-where-you're-going $30 light.

As I cruised further down my alley I spied a cardboard box on top of a City of Minneapolis garbage bin.  A clear sign that something too good to be thrown away was up for grabs.  The box contained a small set of crappy car speakers, their mounting surrounds, long cables, and the tap you see there on my garage bench.  Score.

Sunday Zero Vikings 48?

There's the "trail" there between our bikes - three tire-widths of packed snow with loose and squirrely on either side.  The afternoon sun was bright but by the time we got to the old Cedar avenue bridge my water had turned to ice.  My clothes did the job for both hours but I was bone cold for a long time after we finished.  Next time night time.

As this world pounds me I fight.  I'm readying myself for cold weather adventure now.  Night adventure sometimes.  Fat snow bike.

Jack is the Man

Remember when I made the butcher smile?

1990 Iditabike - You've come a long way baby

I guess I should say I love you now

I rode both days last weekend.  Dry rode in the garage last night.  Extended-leash dog-rode tonight.  I haven't adjusted a single setting.  Not touched the tires with a pump.  They're getting softer.  I ordered a low-pressure gauge.  So-super love it.  Every time I look its the promise of riding through bushes, crunchy tall grass swamp stuff, heads -down brush crashing near the creek.  Playgrounds of sand, wood chips and rubber chips all feel about the same as dirt. Nearly rode across the tiny-river ice but was scared of falling (and not getting up - I'm so fucking older than I ever planned for) and getting my feet wet.  I ordered fenders, thrashing it next time.  Comfortable cadence-fast on concrete and even somewhat sprinty (or at least eager).  This is a good bike.  Thanks guys.

Weekend: cold with 100% chance of Pugs Ops

Lee Ving Says Fuck Off

Hey Tor why aren't we doing this on Fat bikes?

It's winter now...

Bike is ready am I?

Chank a chank a cha.  Dun dun dun dun da dat.  Chank a chank a cha...

Fall bike ride anyone?

Somewhere to somewhere - and back the next day with camping in between.  SingleSpeed-able for the most part please.  I'm fine with renegade camping but I'd rather have a real fire and a cold beer.  Ideas?

The full document is here.  Thank you Library of Congress - and of course thank you The Internet.  ...and Bram Cohen I suppose...

I will Enjoy By 09 13 13 thank you Stone.

Gary Coleman VS Bill Murry

The key to our bed for the purpose of sleep

I'm on the right in these instructions.

Powderhorn 24 2013

Bearing-shafted inflatable wheels on drilled and cotter-pinned solid rod - originally built as a through-the-cabinet replacement for the previous (now dead).  Wood and (axle-to-axle) bungees will now allow me to easily solo-wheelbarrow the new grill from the backyard to the street for next week's night out.  Gotta get some Everett's too to share the flavor.  Happy MPLS to you all!

you suck google

Required field fuck you

wood is good, metal is better

Algy's Breath of the Pit is pretty awesome. It's not smooth like you're thinking, it's rough.  He slightly updates and nails it.  Nice work man.

Minneapolis weather was crazy last night

No electric 8P to 11A at my Powderhorn-south neighborhood those only slightly further south report none still.  Other nearby's have trees on their houses including across the alley, so I'm feeling pretty lucky.