Happy Labor Day.

No matter what you do for a living, cheers to you.

Whether you punch a clock as a cowboy/girl, a lineman/woman, a motorcycle cop, leather daddy, army grunt, a traditionally dressed Native American, a bike blog douchebag (same diff), or perhaps some other vocation, here’s to you, and to hoping that your boss has seen to it that today you get the day off.

My boss has. Though he’s an absolute asshole about giving me any sort of raise, he does allow me to spend my days wearing a bathrobe, so I gotta take the perks where I can find them. A day off being the least I can do for myself.

Likewise, as (I assume) similarly weathered cogs in the proverbial machine, I hope this here readership has also been afforded the same luxury.

We’ll catch you on Wednesday.