My Peace Coffee bottle I got at the 2005 Bike To Work event is on the left. The one I got at the 2006 Bike To Work event is on the right. But you probably could have guessed which was which.

Sledding with the kid.



I ride by this bike almost every morning. It's cool.

Who knew a fifty cent kiddie merry go round outside a grocery store could get such big smiles?

Sorry for taking your picture at work, Christopher. And doubly sorry for posting it on the internet.

I really don't know what I was thinking when I took this.

Gopher hockey!

I don't even know what this is.

Date: September 11
Mileage: 16
Ride type/Bike: Commute/Schwinn
September mileage: 50
Year to date mileage: 2478
3 comments:
Eclectic collection of photos, amigo. Appropos.
Hey, those are my hands. Where were we? Why were you taking pictures of my food?
I know they're your hands. I remember taking the picture for a reason. But the reason, along with the details of when where and why, are gone. Into the ether of my mind.
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