mk700c

In order to emphasize my disgust for those barnacles on the bottom of progress otherwise known as dial-up users, I've filled this entry with lovely photographs. If you pay attention, you may learn something.


6:00am EST: After trying to peer through the fog, I eventually give up and let the mystical powers be my pilot.


6:30am EST: The fog has yet to let up; I seem to be more concerned with the abundance of crumbs/nasty in my cupholder.


7:00am EST: Just outside Toledo... time to check our heading.


7:45am EST: Just outside Toledo... again. Something is amiss.


8:30am EST: After escaping from what must have been a multi-dimensional collapse, we're in need of vittles. The Sausage McMuffin, performance food for high performance athletes.


3:13pm EST: Mark drifts back after excecuting the perfect lead out, he's done his job... it's all in my hands now.


3:14pm EST: "my name is humpty, pronounced with an 'umpty'" that's what I said.


3:14:02pm EST: The downfall of talking smack, I mean, what downfall?

This photocollage was made better by a grant from Cibbo Matto

my wheel needs repair
the bike lanes glowing all over the city
my bike 'specializes' in the nitty gritty


-mk