Yesterday on the homeward bound ESSA I took the slightly longer as well as slightly less hectic route through the neighborhoods instead of the normal Centrolian Approach of two abreast each way where there is a bike lane to ride and have a smouldering grit thrown at you while being told to, "Get on the sidewalk!", by a passenger in a passing run down Ford Explorer. The passive way with more older neighborhood connectivity negates Central Ave completely however the route has me exposed longer to the side walk of the Albermarlean Traverse. Just past the Centrolian Split on that sidewalk I came up behind a pedestrian directly in the center of the side walk dragging his feet in the same direction that I was rolling. I hate riding up behind someone without trying to let them know that I am coming because I truly do not want to freak out any pedestrian by not warning them of my approach. So, at 10 meters out I slowed down and verbalized a firm but friendly, "Hell-Oh" which is Cheraw SC for hello. No notification of receipt of the communication so slowing down again and 5 meters closer I managed another verbal message this time it was, "Good Afternoon." I was obviously closer now still rolling and I saw that he heard me by the tilt of his face in my direction but he did not want to commit to engage in the connection that we were both on the same path. At this point I slowed down to a crawl then leaned left to go around him when all of a sudden he turned at me and stammered out a pansy faith based response, "This side walk is for pedestrians you dummy!' The dummy part rang out just as my rear wheel had safely made it by him. I nee like being called a dummy especially when I am on my bike as if the smarter option would have been to be in the gutter on the Albermarlean Traverse 3 wide headed east to the Toonshions in a 60mph plus nightmare race to nothing. I was a telephone pole length ahead of this guy when I dismounted on the fly, picked my bike off the ground by the bars I was holding and turned to face what I was not scared of. He was pasty with a huge mutton gut compost, dark glasses, a comb over and a weak gimp headed to no where. Then I explained my position from the point of my own pedestrian values and experience. He held fast to the basis that I should be in the road as I stood there taking it trying not to snap. As a minute went by I realized that this was another futile altercation with someone who was trying to put me in their emotional vice. This was his, not mine. I had to get out of there and quick. So I did and I let him know he was just awarded Fat Head of the Month.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Confrontational Commute
James E. Good(who it was an honor to finally meet) snapped this picture of me Tooning it up with the Wells Fargo Party earlier this week. Apparently the bank is doing great, just look at the smile on the face of Wells Fargo's North American President of Marketing sitting high on the Toon Stage Coach in dark pants and a hat that was toon sizes toon big. He got his bail out, did you get yours? LIG!
Yesterday on the homeward bound ESSA I took the slightly longer as well as slightly less hectic route through the neighborhoods instead of the normal Centrolian Approach of two abreast each way where there is a bike lane to ride and have a smouldering grit thrown at you while being told to, "Get on the sidewalk!", by a passenger in a passing run down Ford Explorer. The passive way with more older neighborhood connectivity negates Central Ave completely however the route has me exposed longer to the side walk of the Albermarlean Traverse. Just past the Centrolian Split on that sidewalk I came up behind a pedestrian directly in the center of the side walk dragging his feet in the same direction that I was rolling. I hate riding up behind someone without trying to let them know that I am coming because I truly do not want to freak out any pedestrian by not warning them of my approach. So, at 10 meters out I slowed down and verbalized a firm but friendly, "Hell-Oh" which is Cheraw SC for hello. No notification of receipt of the communication so slowing down again and 5 meters closer I managed another verbal message this time it was, "Good Afternoon." I was obviously closer now still rolling and I saw that he heard me by the tilt of his face in my direction but he did not want to commit to engage in the connection that we were both on the same path. At this point I slowed down to a crawl then leaned left to go around him when all of a sudden he turned at me and stammered out a pansy faith based response, "This side walk is for pedestrians you dummy!' The dummy part rang out just as my rear wheel had safely made it by him. I nee like being called a dummy especially when I am on my bike as if the smarter option would have been to be in the gutter on the Albermarlean Traverse 3 wide headed east to the Toonshions in a 60mph plus nightmare race to nothing. I was a telephone pole length ahead of this guy when I dismounted on the fly, picked my bike off the ground by the bars I was holding and turned to face what I was not scared of. He was pasty with a huge mutton gut compost, dark glasses, a comb over and a weak gimp headed to no where. Then I explained my position from the point of my own pedestrian values and experience. He held fast to the basis that I should be in the road as I stood there taking it trying not to snap. As a minute went by I realized that this was another futile altercation with someone who was trying to put me in their emotional vice. This was his, not mine. I had to get out of there and quick. So I did and I let him know he was just awarded Fat Head of the Month.
Yesterday on the homeward bound ESSA I took the slightly longer as well as slightly less hectic route through the neighborhoods instead of the normal Centrolian Approach of two abreast each way where there is a bike lane to ride and have a smouldering grit thrown at you while being told to, "Get on the sidewalk!", by a passenger in a passing run down Ford Explorer. The passive way with more older neighborhood connectivity negates Central Ave completely however the route has me exposed longer to the side walk of the Albermarlean Traverse. Just past the Centrolian Split on that sidewalk I came up behind a pedestrian directly in the center of the side walk dragging his feet in the same direction that I was rolling. I hate riding up behind someone without trying to let them know that I am coming because I truly do not want to freak out any pedestrian by not warning them of my approach. So, at 10 meters out I slowed down and verbalized a firm but friendly, "Hell-Oh" which is Cheraw SC for hello. No notification of receipt of the communication so slowing down again and 5 meters closer I managed another verbal message this time it was, "Good Afternoon." I was obviously closer now still rolling and I saw that he heard me by the tilt of his face in my direction but he did not want to commit to engage in the connection that we were both on the same path. At this point I slowed down to a crawl then leaned left to go around him when all of a sudden he turned at me and stammered out a pansy faith based response, "This side walk is for pedestrians you dummy!' The dummy part rang out just as my rear wheel had safely made it by him. I nee like being called a dummy especially when I am on my bike as if the smarter option would have been to be in the gutter on the Albermarlean Traverse 3 wide headed east to the Toonshions in a 60mph plus nightmare race to nothing. I was a telephone pole length ahead of this guy when I dismounted on the fly, picked my bike off the ground by the bars I was holding and turned to face what I was not scared of. He was pasty with a huge mutton gut compost, dark glasses, a comb over and a weak gimp headed to no where. Then I explained my position from the point of my own pedestrian values and experience. He held fast to the basis that I should be in the road as I stood there taking it trying not to snap. As a minute went by I realized that this was another futile altercation with someone who was trying to put me in their emotional vice. This was his, not mine. I had to get out of there and quick. So I did and I let him know he was just awarded Fat Head of the Month.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Domestic Trail Cut
Amongst other pastoral related duties that I accomplished this past weekend I finished cutting 3 separate short trails through the yard woods connected by 3 lawn transfers to make a roughly 1/20th of a mile mountain bike short track course out the back door here in Dooleyville. It took a few hours of cutting smaller useless undergrowth, hacking away at the trail line, getting rid of the debris in the natural forest compost area(NFCA), constructing one right hand turn dirt berm in the woods and building three small jumps in each of the grass transition sections. The 3 little jump ramps are made of 2 x 6 left over scrap boards from a project long past nailed to oak logs and supported by dirt from deep under my leaf compost pile. Somehow during last night's photo shoot I missed the jumps, even without the pictorial evidence they are there and fun for the kids to hit. This little trail system is enjoyed by Ms. Arcen and her little neighbor friends on their Single Speed BMX rigs. Even I have had fun on this little trail addition to the estate by taking out the big wheel bike and crushing the souls of multiple elementary school aged kids on their inferior 20" wheeled machines.
Ms. Arcen on Swamp Bike coming out of the right hand woods trail section into the first grass traverse and little jump in a clockwise direction.
This is the reverse angle of the picture above.
Still in a clockwise direction the left hand woods trail about to hit a short section of grass and the 2nd little jump before going into the back woods trail and J turn.
In the same section her speed and my pan for the feel of movement.
Dirt and log berm headed into the right woods trail off of the 3rd grass section.
Into that berm.
The kid coming out of the right woods trail in a counter clockwise direction being dwarfed by the rest of my manual pastoral efforts over the weekend.
Zoo Zoo the Tiny Warrior in Training(TWIT) approves of this trail system and enjoys running through it chasing those on bikes!!
Ms. Arcen on Swamp Bike coming out of the right hand woods trail section into the first grass traverse and little jump in a clockwise direction.
This is the reverse angle of the picture above.
Still in a clockwise direction the left hand woods trail about to hit a short section of grass and the 2nd little jump before going into the back woods trail and J turn.
In the same section her speed and my pan for the feel of movement.
Dirt and log berm headed into the right woods trail off of the 3rd grass section.
Into that berm.
The kid coming out of the right woods trail in a counter clockwise direction being dwarfed by the rest of my manual pastoral efforts over the weekend. 
Zoo Zoo the Tiny Warrior in Training(TWIT) approves of this trail system and enjoys running through it chasing those on bikes!!
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Uptoon Courier Drama
Swazey crouched and ready to pounce on the smaller TD when he shows up to unlock is bike.
Swazey heard through the grapevine(apparently he and Dicky are neighbors who have the same loose lipped UPS Driver) that Team Dicky had recently received a package from Yurgen Kirby via SFO and the Toon. Yurgen has been selling off all of his(and some of his friends') possessions which have been stored in various nooks and crannies around his parents' estate in the Toon. Apparently when Dicky hit 40 years old in June he purchased a guitar and has been taking lessons to back up his endurance mountain biking career. At the end of last month Dicky was searching eBay for a guitar tuner when he came across a nice one being sold by seller YCUR-B(Yurgen's eBay alias). He bought now for an unbelievable price considering the seller was willing to include a VeloCity T-Shirt with the deal. Swazey who has been scanning eBay for special deals on Guitar tuners and VeloCity T-shirts saw this transaction go down and realized that both the guitar tuner the and the T-Shirt were possibly his. Swazey has been following an unsuspecting Dicky around waiting for the right moment to jump on top of him and empty the contents of his bag which is where Swazey hopes to find his guitar tuner and T-Shirt.
to be continued......
Swazey heard through the grapevine(apparently he and Dicky are neighbors who have the same loose lipped UPS Driver) that Team Dicky had recently received a package from Yurgen Kirby via SFO and the Toon. Yurgen has been selling off all of his(and some of his friends') possessions which have been stored in various nooks and crannies around his parents' estate in the Toon. Apparently when Dicky hit 40 years old in June he purchased a guitar and has been taking lessons to back up his endurance mountain biking career. At the end of last month Dicky was searching eBay for a guitar tuner when he came across a nice one being sold by seller YCUR-B(Yurgen's eBay alias). He bought now for an unbelievable price considering the seller was willing to include a VeloCity T-Shirt with the deal. Swazey who has been scanning eBay for special deals on Guitar tuners and VeloCity T-shirts saw this transaction go down and realized that both the guitar tuner the and the T-Shirt were possibly his. Swazey has been following an unsuspecting Dicky around waiting for the right moment to jump on top of him and empty the contents of his bag which is where Swazey hopes to find his guitar tuner and T-Shirt.
to be continued......
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Montana MS 150 hits home
Once upon a time, long ago in a land called the Jar there was a college going rookie named Seamus who merrily rode his pink Mostowy for the Maillot Jaune during his summer breaks from Appalachian State. Seamus was a witty fellow with a large athletic form and the face of a British claymation character who simply enjoyed just riding around for his livity. One day in front of the Bank of Literally America while I was cutting my tomato on the sidewalk Seamus sat down beside me and asked if I had any regrets about my time in the Marine Corps. I answered honestly and Seamus told me that he was thinking about going to Marine Corps OCS in Quantico Virginia between his Junior and Senior years and when he graduates he will receive his commission as a 2nd Lt at which time he will begin an officer's career in the Corps. So, Seamus went to OCS the summer as planned, then after he graduated he started his active duty as an officer in the Marines. When all the O level schooling was over Seamus went to the fleet where his first assignment was platoon Commander of Echo Company in Infantry Battalion 2/4 which was the Battalion that I made 3 deployments with between 87 and 91. Interestingly enough as synchro would have it Seamus moved up in rank from 2nd Lieutenant in Echo, to 1st LT as XO of Weapons Co., then upon being promoted to Captain he became CO of Golf Company which was my Alma Mata and home for almost 4 years. Weird, from 2/4 to the streets of the Jar and from the streets of the Jar to 2/4.
Captain Seamus Sir and Laura. unknown photographer
Capt. Seamus reached deep into his Sea Bag of Courage to go an extra 13 miles out and back with an additional 1,500ft of elevation gain on Day 1. photographer unknown 
Recently Seamus who is now back in the States on a duty assignment in the big sky country of Montana contacted me to let me know that he and his wife Laura were riding in their first ever Montana MS 150.
The Courier Hot Line Rings
Billy: Nova Courier, this is Bill may I help you?
Seamus: Fehr, Captain Seamus here, alive and well in the great State of Montana.
Billy: No way, Seamus glad to hear your voice! I have thought about you often with the whole War thing and all.
Seamus: Fehr, you're going to have to call me Sir, Okay?
Billy: Seriously Seamus, I mean Sir?
Seamus: Yes, seriously.
Billy: Well Sir you sound good, have you fared well thus far in your USMC Transfer?
Seamus: Yes Fehr I am doing good and enjoy life out here with a Reserve Unit in Billings. My wife Laura and I are riding in the Montana MS 150 could you help us get one step closer to our goal with a donation?
Billy: Sure thing Sir, Saint Lissa will do it from her work and the BOA will match her contribution doubling the In God We Trust Units immediately.
Seamus: Thanks Fehr. God, Country and the MS Society thanks you as well. It should be a good ride even though it will be the longest one I have been on in a while.
Billy: Ahhh Sir, 150 miles is nothing, especially in 2 days with toon food and beverages every 12 miles. You and Laura should make it a real challenge and ride straight through the 150 on day one. Camp out, have a few beers and start cheering on the rest of the riders as they finish what you guys accomplished the day before.
Seamus: Fehr, are you getting belligerent with me?
Billy: No Sir, no way.
Seamus: Well then Fehr at ease, thank you for your time and support. I will send a ride report and some pictures when this thing is in the bag.
Billy: Aye Aye Sir, you and the wifey have a good ride.
Captain Seamus Sir and Laura. unknown photographer
Capt. Seamus reached deep into his Sea Bag of Courage to go an extra 13 miles out and back with an additional 1,500ft of elevation gain on Day 1. photographer unknown 
Recently Seamus who is now back in the States on a duty assignment in the big sky country of Montana contacted me to let me know that he and his wife Laura were riding in their first ever Montana MS 150. The Courier Hot Line Rings
Billy: Nova Courier, this is Bill may I help you?
Seamus: Fehr, Captain Seamus here, alive and well in the great State of Montana.
Billy: No way, Seamus glad to hear your voice! I have thought about you often with the whole War thing and all.
Seamus: Fehr, you're going to have to call me Sir, Okay?
Billy: Seriously Seamus, I mean Sir?
Seamus: Yes, seriously.
Billy: Well Sir you sound good, have you fared well thus far in your USMC Transfer?
Seamus: Yes Fehr I am doing good and enjoy life out here with a Reserve Unit in Billings. My wife Laura and I are riding in the Montana MS 150 could you help us get one step closer to our goal with a donation?
Billy: Sure thing Sir, Saint Lissa will do it from her work and the BOA will match her contribution doubling the In God We Trust Units immediately.
Seamus: Thanks Fehr. God, Country and the MS Society thanks you as well. It should be a good ride even though it will be the longest one I have been on in a while.
Billy: Ahhh Sir, 150 miles is nothing, especially in 2 days with toon food and beverages every 12 miles. You and Laura should make it a real challenge and ride straight through the 150 on day one. Camp out, have a few beers and start cheering on the rest of the riders as they finish what you guys accomplished the day before.
Seamus: Fehr, are you getting belligerent with me?
Billy: No Sir, no way.
Seamus: Well then Fehr at ease, thank you for your time and support. I will send a ride report and some pictures when this thing is in the bag.
Billy: Aye Aye Sir, you and the wifey have a good ride.
I received their ride report yesterday and it sounds like they had a motivating ride. Good Job Sir and Laura!
Friday, September 4, 2009
Sober Guy gets Drunk Guy's Bike-Plus Major Synchro goes back 22 Years!
Not very long ago on yet another inbound Stay Alive I ran into this fellow sitting on a bench enjoying a grit and his morning coffee. I rolled by and out of the corner of my mind's eye I thought I saw a large and small wheel on his rig. Curiosity got the best of me which was aided in full Synchro by the red light at Eastway. So, I cut a circle and introduced myself as the self appointed President of the CMA which I made up myself. I sat on the ground and asked this anonymous human who we will call LFW(little front wheel) to tell me about his bicycle. LFW spun a fascinating story that started a few nights earlier when he crossed paths with an inebriated man pushing the bike with a flat and an extremely bent front wheel down the sidewalk not far from where we sat. Apparently the drunk guy had slammed into something destroying the front revolution and he became so disgusted by the resistance that the bike was giving him on the push that he just gave up, let the bike fall over and abandoned any hope of salvaging the machine. At that point LFW decided he would drop the broken wheel out and look for a replacement. He found one that was at least true and round albeit flat and the wrong size not far up the road on another abandoned bike. We talked for a bit and I encouraged him to go by the 'Bike Co-op' and see if they would trade for the right sized wheel, tire and tube. The last thing I heard LFW say as I rolled away was, "I am just glad I have a bike."Cloudscape shot by me while I was experimenting with a piece of polarized glass on the roof of my house.
Now the Synchro in a very short version of all the little things that happened to me Wednesday that put me in front of Megan who I had known for 4 years while in High School(SBHS 87) some 26-22 years ago and 750 miles from here in the Nutmeg State.1. Stay Alive in.
2. At work meet a 283 with blue feet who told me that she noticed something change with the appearance of sunsets about a month ago. I told her about my northern position theory which gave her a C.O. Then I assigned her some homework which involves paying attention to the position of the sun in the sky during sunrise and sunset.
3. More Courier work till about 1445hrs when I decided to take advantage of the Salvation Army's half off clothing sale. I was able to purchase 3 pants, 2 shorts and three shirts including a Perry Ellis and a Van Heusen for $20.
4. Came out to a flat and realize that I only had 2 tubes in my bag and one in the barn. I needed to fix this one then ride out to Ultimate in Mathews to replenish my barn tube stock.
5. Need a Kombucha Transfer before that ride starts, it has been a month and I can feel that I want the inner body boost.
6. The closest place in line with my ride to Mathews to get one is the Rue de Grit near the corner of Cool and Cool less than ten blocks from where I stood.
7. Walk into the C & C and immediately get confused by the woman in brown whose eyes were looking for mine. Strange closeness to someone that saw and recognized me as Bill Fehr, then I her as Meg.
8. Meet her son who was finishing ice cream. We talked both inside and outside of the Market and it was quite interesting to have this life force be put right in front of mine again after such a long space and time gap. She looked as young as I feel.
9. Part away from the store, they walking, me rolling. Good byes said but a half block away I remembered that I wanted a Kombucha. Turn around, pass them again with a smile given and received.
10. Talk to Jimmy about bikes in front of the Rue and slowly consume what tastes and feels real that is not water going inside of me. As I pedal away from the Plaza for Mathews with a bag full of wears I feel the transfer inside start raising to a Crack Out. One was on me within about a mile.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
CMA Approved-Charlotte Bike Commuter of the Month
Meet Pam and her Townie.
No traffic delays for this local bike lover, she is about to thread the needle.
Seems like for around about a year now I have noticed this bicycle regularly locked in front of the Bank of(in literal sense) America Corporate Center. Every once in awhile I would catch a glimpse of this decked out Townie's owner disappearing into the building but never coming back out. Just the other day she was leaving work a bit early and stepped forward out of anonymity to the CMA bench extending Charlotte's latest Bike Suitability Map as if it were an Olive Branch. I learned that Pam has been riding her bike around Charlotte now for about 3 years and that she commutes in from 3 miles out roughly 3 days a week. That sounds like a bike related hat trick and/or triple crown to me. I was rolling out for an ASAP'er at the same time and asked if I could ride with her for a few blocks. Pam told me that she loves riding her bicycle because it means being outside in the air and staying physical. She also mentioned that she encourages her kids to ride to school by setting the example and riding along side of them. I took a few pictures on the roll for prosperity and then had to split off left while she stayed straight. The last thing I remember seeing was a very confident, healthy and happy human headed home after a day at the office. Ride on Pam!
No traffic delays for this local bike lover, she is about to thread the needle.
Seems like for around about a year now I have noticed this bicycle regularly locked in front of the Bank of(in literal sense) America Corporate Center. Every once in awhile I would catch a glimpse of this decked out Townie's owner disappearing into the building but never coming back out. Just the other day she was leaving work a bit early and stepped forward out of anonymity to the CMA bench extending Charlotte's latest Bike Suitability Map as if it were an Olive Branch. I learned that Pam has been riding her bike around Charlotte now for about 3 years and that she commutes in from 3 miles out roughly 3 days a week. That sounds like a bike related hat trick and/or triple crown to me. I was rolling out for an ASAP'er at the same time and asked if I could ride with her for a few blocks. Pam told me that she loves riding her bicycle because it means being outside in the air and staying physical. She also mentioned that she encourages her kids to ride to school by setting the example and riding along side of them. I took a few pictures on the roll for prosperity and then had to split off left while she stayed straight. The last thing I remember seeing was a very confident, healthy and happy human headed home after a day at the office. Ride on Pam!Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Sponsorship Nuez & Product Review
The night before last I was in the way out back splitting wood over hand with the maul when I saw and heard the UPS truck speed in and out of the driveway in less than a minute. As the driver in Brown mashed the accelerator and raced out of Dooleyville in a roar I yelled, "Hey wait Brown, did you know that UPS started as a Bicycle Messenger Service a long, long time ago?" On the front step I found a small card board box indicating that Hawley cares.
Inside I found a wrist wrap reflective band that would make any advocate's heart skip a beat, a bottle of Muscle Milk Refuel which I think will help me if I ever get constipated, a Thomson Elite Seat Post at 29.0 x 330mm and a chicken scratched note in pencil from GJR himself explaining the contents of the box.
What do I do with the 29.0 Thomson? It no fits in my work bikey and even if it did I already run a Thomson in it.
No go in the Road Lemond either. Hey wait, I already have a Thomson that fits in this bike too.
Maybe the old Schwinn I found being thrown away, nope. CLTBlog, this is your new ride.
The post would look good on the cruiser if it would only fit in the seat tube.
Almost 2mm bigger than the mountain bike's post, damn almost all of my bikes require a 27.2mm post. What am I ever going to do with this high quality product?
The rigid responsive stiff light oval construction of the Thomson post makes an excellent 'Green' coffee stirrer as long as you are willing to carry it around all day in your messenger bag. Seeing that the muscle milk contains 1,000% of my daily requirement of both B6 and B12 vitamins I decided to add it to my morning 2 shot Red Eye. My friend Jay seems undisturbed by our little escapades.
Ms. Arcen finds that the hollow tech ergonomics of this Thomson Elite makes a perfect back scratcher and should be marketed to 5th graders around the world.
Mary is not sure what to do with the post but she loves the wrist wrap reflector that appears to not be adverting any Corporate Plan of Aggression with any words or logos.
The classic grooved texture of the machined surface of the Thomson feels good on the roof of a dog's mouth.
Run out of skewers for your veggies on the barbie and the in laws are over? In a pinch the Thomson Elite's metallurgy, memory and complexity takes the edge off of cooking on the grill.
Lost one of your Croquet Pegs and you are hosting the 'Big' neighborhood Tournament in an hour? Have no worry as long as your Thomson is close by. The official height of a standard Croquet Peg is 18" or 457.2mm and the diameter is 1.5" or 25.4mm. The Thomson 29.0 x 330mm is close enough for Government Work, so it is close enough for me.
Inside I found a wrist wrap reflective band that would make any advocate's heart skip a beat, a bottle of Muscle Milk Refuel which I think will help me if I ever get constipated, a Thomson Elite Seat Post at 29.0 x 330mm and a chicken scratched note in pencil from GJR himself explaining the contents of the box. 
What do I do with the 29.0 Thomson? It no fits in my work bikey and even if it did I already run a Thomson in it.
No go in the Road Lemond either. Hey wait, I already have a Thomson that fits in this bike too.
Maybe the old Schwinn I found being thrown away, nope. CLTBlog, this is your new ride.
The post would look good on the cruiser if it would only fit in the seat tube.
Almost 2mm bigger than the mountain bike's post, damn almost all of my bikes require a 27.2mm post. What am I ever going to do with this high quality product?
The rigid responsive stiff light oval construction of the Thomson post makes an excellent 'Green' coffee stirrer as long as you are willing to carry it around all day in your messenger bag. Seeing that the muscle milk contains 1,000% of my daily requirement of both B6 and B12 vitamins I decided to add it to my morning 2 shot Red Eye. My friend Jay seems undisturbed by our little escapades.
Ms. Arcen finds that the hollow tech ergonomics of this Thomson Elite makes a perfect back scratcher and should be marketed to 5th graders around the world.
Mary is not sure what to do with the post but she loves the wrist wrap reflector that appears to not be adverting any Corporate Plan of Aggression with any words or logos.
The classic grooved texture of the machined surface of the Thomson feels good on the roof of a dog's mouth.
Run out of skewers for your veggies on the barbie and the in laws are over? In a pinch the Thomson Elite's metallurgy, memory and complexity takes the edge off of cooking on the grill. 
Lost one of your Croquet Pegs and you are hosting the 'Big' neighborhood Tournament in an hour? Have no worry as long as your Thomson is close by. The official height of a standard Croquet Peg is 18" or 457.2mm and the diameter is 1.5" or 25.4mm. The Thomson 29.0 x 330mm is close enough for Government Work, so it is close enough for me.Step one: Use the Croquet Mallet to hammer the Post into the ground. Notice how rigid the Post feels in its resistance to actually go into the ground.
Step 2: Set up the hoops in front of the Post/Peg.
Step 3: Aim in on the Post/Peg and hit the ball through the hoops.
Step 4: Score big with the Thomson Elite 29.0 x 330mm when you do not even have a bike that it will fit in! Adapt, overcome.
A big thanks to the President of Hawley USA for authorizing the shipment of this care package to such an amateur rider like me. More big thank yous go out to Swazey for taking the picture of me in the coffee house, Saint Lissa for shooting the one of me holding the barely legible note from GJR and finally Ms. Arcen for modeling the back scratcher, wrist wrap and scary smelling beverage.
Step 2: Set up the hoops in front of the Post/Peg.
Step 3: Aim in on the Post/Peg and hit the ball through the hoops.
Step 4: Score big with the Thomson Elite 29.0 x 330mm when you do not even have a bike that it will fit in! Adapt, overcome.
A big thanks to the President of Hawley USA for authorizing the shipment of this care package to such an amateur rider like me. More big thank yous go out to Swazey for taking the picture of me in the coffee house, Saint Lissa for shooting the one of me holding the barely legible note from GJR and finally Ms. Arcen for modeling the back scratcher, wrist wrap and scary smelling beverage.
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