The FCC has decided to sell their interests to big business, much like the FDA has been doing for decades.
Mods, I surrender peacefully and fully accept my temporary confinement to Trollheim. I just couldn't help it.
Um, what do you mean it won't be temporary?
Where else but the internet can a bunch of cyclists go and be the tough guy? - - jdonTitanium Division
We are moored next to the cliffs. When we came in yesterday, we had 22 knots of wind while we needed to pick up the mooring, which can make things tricky. Compounded by the fact that we have brought non-sailing friends with us this weekend, our experience is non-sailing people pop up to "help" at the most inopportune moments, even though you tell them the most helpful thing they could do is to sit in the place you have put them and not move, lol. Anyway, we asked for a mooring over by the cliffs because it's a little more sheltered there.
Now this morning it's nice to be by the cliffs, we are sitting around drinking coffee and the sound of the waves lapping at the shore adds to it all. It's dead calm this morning, we can hear the distant barking from the seal lion colony and gulls crying every now & then. The water is so clear here that we can see the bottom and of course the fish as they swim by. There's a few sea lions feeding in the harbor but none too close to us.
Had no idea that today was Derby Day. We are planning on a hike today. It will probably end in town around race time, so we will maybe catch the race post-hike, along with lunch and drinks at the bar. Should be a good day here at the island.
I was once invited by a sailing friend to be a member of crew on his boat. He said they needed someone to serve the drinks.
coasting, few quotes are worthy of him, and of those, even fewer printable in a family forum......quote 3alarmer
coasting. I was just thinking to myself that I have found the answer to last nights rhetorical question "what's the harm in just one more glass of wine?".
Call of shame, or as I have nothing better to do right now...
I had this great ride all planned out today, but it's gusting up to 35 mph so I re routed to Floyd Park, content to meander along the MUP. I went to use a rest room and when my bike shoes, which have a thin coating of grease on them, hit the polished concrete floor...
At my age you don't bounce. You hit the concrete with a sickening thud. There's nothing broken, but there are parts of my anatomy that are not amused.
As I stepped outside, I got hit with a 40 mph gust of wind and concluded that the entertainment value of this ride had come to and end.
Now I'm waiting fort wife to get me. 2nd call of shame ever. Bummer.
I took this job because I'm interested in the variety of what I'll be working on. Right now it's bikes and ride-ons but it will also be TV walls, furniture, pool tables, etc so I won't be bored. I wanted to get away from what I perceived was going to be a highly stressful position as a supervisor of an understaffed department. I like the idea of getting paid to do something I enjoy which may or may not have been a mistake. And I'm hoping, probably foolishly, that I can improve the reputation of Walmart bike assemblers.
I have never seen this before. It's cool as ****.
It's the spandex.