As I get older I found this most meaningful. Please take the time to read.
Walk with me by the water, well worth the read...
A BEAUTIFUL MESSAGE ABOUT GROWING OLDER:
I forgot the words...
What happens when you give an artist some wire and some household objects? Have a look!
You say TOMATO, I SAY TOMATO. You say POTATOES, I say ZOMBIES!
Fruit with life experience!
Zombies are nuts about brains!
Paper training our little dog, Frank.
A little cat doodle.
These are the most wonderous photos. You just have to take a moment and look at all the little details. These pictures made me smile all day and I wanted to share them.
This little girl’s mother is a computer specialist from Helsinki , Finland . While her daughter is soundly asleep, she creates a completely different world … from whatever she can find around her! That’s how both of them became really famous. What a truly fabulous imagination!
Riding in this weather...
You know... mornings can be cold. Upper 20s and 80MPH = BRRRR3!!! I feel like the little brother in "A Christmas Story"... I CAN'T PUT MY ARMS DOWN!!!! and SHOW ME HOW THE LITTLE PIGGIES EAT!!! (but that is a different random thought) Then there is the MAN PURSE. I like to think of it as a courier bag - or maybe a European Shoulder Bag - but some may argue that. I square my shoulders and ride because I HAVE TO CARRY MY LUNCH SOMEWHERE!!! I am a growing boy after all! I give a fair dose of evil eye - through the fogged visor - to all I pass, give the clutch a squeeze and the throttle a healthy RAP to let them know that I know what they are thinking. They always look away with a fearful look in their eye, or maybe that is bordome with their cell phone call, I don't know. I could have them mixed up, they are very similar looks.
At lunch time - after piggy time, I can go for a nice ride. AH! Except for the trains across Montana Ave - it is NICE! I can pretend I am a real biker all dressed up in my biker costume (especially if I keep my jacket zipped so they don't see my polo and think I am a RUB* (GOD FORBID!!!)). Okay, while I am not a TRUE RUB, I admit to being a "R'er" UB then I used to be! I ride like I have lost the rest of my un-marked biker gang and I know they are just around that next bend!
In the evenings, it is back to being BUNDLED. Not because it is particularly cold, but, because I have to take all my stuff home so I can wear it all again the next morning.
The sidewall of my old front mountain bike tire said it just right... "SHUT UP AND RIDE!" This time of year sure makes that first cuppa office coffee delish tho! 7,400 miles and counting since April 2nd!!!
* Rich Urban Biker
By the way... It is pronounced "T8R"!!!