Oh lordy, so busy. This last week and this next one are packed, and it's all fun stuff. Singular and I tried to get into an Over The Rhine concert but it we were unable to. We bought some Jamison and got drunk instead. I took the preliminary stage, just the barebones chopper, of Count Chopula up to the Brew & View where we caught Minority Report and then walked out of About A Boy. Then I rode that wobbly thing back home while fitshaced. The unique perspective that drunkenness brings along with the shouts of passers-by got me thinking- why is it that extending these two tubes on a bike (or motorbike for that matter) all of the sudden make it cooler? A mystery the universe might keep forever.

Been playing a pencil'n'paper roleplaying game, whatta dork. We even did it on the roof deck and risked our reputation among the other residents. As if the freakbikes in the basement aren't enough. As if we care. Discovered that Heaven On Seven will deliver to our house, a dangerous discovery. How can I be expected to cook when someone will bring me southern-fried softshell crab salad and gumbo? Living in a restaurant district can make the wallet thinner and the waist fatter. Especially if there's southern food to be had- even the gravy is deep-fat-fried ;)

Critical Mass had 860 people, a blast as usual. I rode a borrowed tricycle (you know, the old-lady kind) and Bush rode The Hammer. We swapped out whenever the Hammer got too painful. I've never seen a bike that small on the Mass. Lots of people have funnybikes, or other creations that are hard to ride, but they never bring them on CM. All you need is someone on a rideable bike to trade with you every few miles and you're fine. I fell in love with the trike, it's so comfortable to ride, being designed for old folks and all.

Saturday was a little mini rat ride, just four of us. An odd situation- we were heading down a side street where a large group of young men were sitting out chatting. We turned into the alley and they came running after us, yelling unintelligably. We turned a corner and they did too. Were they chasing us? It sure seemed like it, but who tries to catch bicyclists on foot? It just doesn't make sense. Maybe they just wanted to see our bikes but they sure weren't yelling positive things.

And, of course, always building bikes. No use describing them as pictures will do so much better. I'm working on getting my photographer to come over today, as he can't ride a bike and the trike would be perfect. In the meantime, two more pictures from the Rat Patrol UK: Bennito's son commuting to school, and a failed creation that would only go in a straight line before it snapped, although there's a similar creation on the C.H.U.N.K. 666 site.