It comes...

...and it goes. All the insanity leading up to "the day" and it's gone in the blink of an eye. Hope everyone had a good day and had time to reflect on what's most important to them. I'm by no means a religious person (many might easily term me a heathen) so don't take this as a religious rant. For me, it's family and the overwhelming need for peace on earth and good will toward each other. If we as a species/planet can acheive these goals, we'll all be in a much better place.

Buon Natale.

Moe, Larry and Curly.

Group shot of the four-footed members of the family. Charlie (the puppy) has settled in as though he's been here forever. Gotta love dogs!

Gentlemen, we have ignition...

Launch sequence has been engaged, rockets are firing. After much agonizing and deliberation, I pulled the trigger on a Salsa Fargo today. All parts from the Inbred 96er will swap over with the exception of the rear wheel which I'll need to build. Since I'll use the existing XT hub, I'm only looking at the cost of a new rim, spokes and nipples. Build pics to follow, for now this one from Salsa will do. All you guys out there, here are some words to live by from a man who's lived by 'em through 18+ years of marriage...It's easier to ask forgiveness than to ask for permission.

As fate would have it.

We've always had dogs, Labs specifically. Big surprise, I know. For a while now my wife and I have been thinking about rescue/adoption but hadn't really moved beyond the conversation stage. As fate would have it, the little guy pictured here basically landed in our laps. (We're not certain what his bloodlines are exactly, definitely some German Shepherd, possibly Rhodesian Ridgeback, Viszla or Pit Bull) Charlie, as we've named him was rescued from the streets by Happy Tails Rescue in Morrisville, PA (big props) and fostered by a coworker of my wife. Coincidentally, my kids are taking horseback riding lessons from the daughter of this fantastic lady and as fate would have it, Charlie was visiting the stables during a lesson. There was an instant connection and once I discovered he was being fostered, the wheels began to turn quickly. As fate would have it, Charlie was available for adoption and our application was approved, he's been with us since Monday.Take a look at the pics, in the first taken on October 3 , Charlie had just come off the streets weighing 12 pounds. In the second pic, taken October 26, Charlie had just come home with us at hit the scales at 32 pounds!!! He's a sweet, gentle little guy and he's adjusting to life in the nuthouse just fine...as fate would have it.

No snow.

Well, it didn't snow this weekend past. Just rain. And more rain. Then rain again. You get the picture, consequently we cancelled our ride, went back to sleep and hung around the trailer most of the day. We did eat chili and drink hot cider and I sucked down a few Pumpkin Patch Ales, none for the kid, he's only eleven. We'll try again next time.

Let it snow.

The season's first Nor'easter has hit (where else) the Northeast. Low temps and rain where I live just outside Philadelphia and snow to the north in Jim Thorpe where I have a weekend place. The kid and I are planning a leisurely, 25 mile singlespeed (he on his BMX, me on the MonsterX) jaunt down the Lehigh Gorge Saturday AM. When I say down, I truly mean down, it's a very easy 2% downgrade, perfect for my son's first long ride. A little snow will just spice things up a bit. Speaking of spice, Momma will have chili, hot cider and Pumpkin Patch Ale waiting for our return. Yum, delicious!

Tom Morello

Thanks to the wonders of Youtube, I recently witnessed a performance of "The Ghost of Tom Joad" (quick Steinbeck reference there) from a 2008 Bruce Springsteen concert with Tom Morello of Rage Against The Machine/Audioslave/The Nightwatchman. I've been a HUGE Springsteen fan for over 30 years, undoubtedly he's my favorite artist but to term Morello as "sitting in" would be an injustice. Tom drove this performance to new heights, his passion, with both guitar and voice have left an indelible impression on me. This was my first true exposure to Tom Morello, for some reason his work, both musically and morally flew completely off my radar. Suffice it to say, we're locked in now.