Growing Up

I've been cleaning out my basement, based on the fact that I received some federal stimulus funds, based on the fact that it's a shovel-ready full-on disaster area. In the process, I ran across a too-familiar mug. I don't know where we got it, but it was in our kitchen cabinet for a number of years and has caused us great em-bear-assment at more than one family gathering, when it inadvertently came out of the cupboard, got filled with coffee and was parked on the dining room table in front of young, inquisitive eyes.




They do seem like happy bears, though.

Anyway, sometime over the last few years, it's been relegated to pen-holder duty in the basement, and now I've decided it's time for it to be gone for good.

So what's soft bear porn doing on a bike blog?

Well, I've never had anyone come out and say it, but I sometimes get the distinct impression that certain people wonder when I will start acting my age and move past this crazy bike phase.

If growing up means ditching the humping bear mug, I'm good with that. But if it involves moving past bikes, well, I'd just as soon stay immature. (I know that many of you are probably thinking that I couldn't grow up if I tried. Whatever, bite me.)