. . . Glen took John and I out on an exploratory ride this morning. It was quite cold and I don't have the foggiest idea where we were at for most of the ride, but there is this one clue:
|The mysteriousness of blogger once again turned this photo sideways, but I suppose that just serves to enhances the mystery of the ride. And trust me when I tell you it was a mystery. To me, at least. Dig Glen's green tires, though.|
|And then there was this evening's beauty of the new-fallen snow on our newly-laid pavers. Frickin' poetic.|
The fixturing was pretty intense, but the WheelieMachine™ is one pretty big step closer to being wheelie-worthy.
|I needed a straight wheel in order to properly line things up, and so I had to borrow the wheel from the dogbike.|
Meaning that it was unavailable for a run tonight. Brandy was understandably appalled.
|Tacked. Set in stone. Done deal. You get the idea.|