As we stand teetering on the brink of another many months of ridiculous, it’s only right that we should kick off with a few words from the estimable Brian Vernor;

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Mail bag time? Yeah, pretty much.

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Tried as I might, I couldn’t seem to figure out another vacation before this morning rolled around so here I am, back on the trolly as it were, attempting to bring you another slice of the misspellvaganza that is All Hail The Black Market.
As many of you know, I have a rocky relationship with the United States Postal Service. Hell, for that matter, more often than not I seem to be at odds with anybody who delivers anything. Luckily, those clouds parted recently with the delivery of my very own Cinelli super powers ring, sent to me my none other than Mr. Columbo himself;

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At least that’s how the saying goes, however in my time away from any shade of responsibility whatsoever, my heart seems to be doing just fine, thankyouverymuch.

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.. And I have a million things to do, not the least of which is to sooth a fairly traumatized cat and then burn all of my clothes. I’ll have a post up on Wednesday, but as GenO and I were both discussing recently, it’s going to take some time to process that which these last 10 days or so have held.
It may just end up being a bunch of photos, and even then, justice won’t be done.
Until then, I will include this image from our first day. A Canadian brought the Bud Light;

Canadians have great senses of humor.
And here is one of Rick Hunter, looking at one million dollars (give or take) worth of bikes, while drinking seventy-five cents worth of beer;