as part of my larger plan to ascend the ranks from “support team” to “team savior” status in moab next year, i went out and got a new toy today.  take a good look at her, i will probably crash it into a fucking tree tomorrow morning on the maiden voyage, and then she’ll have that droopy mouth and frosted eyeball that only i would still find attractive…  oh, and speaking of bikes, according to germ, even riding a cast iron bike from 1963 with wooden wheels, mr. larochelle still posted the fastest lap time of our little merry band of racers at the rocky hill race last weekend… the man cannot be stopped.  except by jagermeister. 

i did get the distinct impression that germ, at least, approves of the newest addition to the family…