Wired Cola

Don't bother reading this update. It has few links, so you'll have to Google everything.

Weight loss is slower than expected, but progress is being made. On Thursday night, with Rebecca away with her mother, I did the grisly "Wayne Gretzky 99" ride: 35 km to Richmond, race the Coastal Thursday Nighter, 35 km home. A metric century with a race in the middle. At least I was smart enough to bring lights for the ride home.

Note to self: if you have rat traps under your house, check them often, or else they will become the answer to the question "what's that horrible smell?"

Trailer axles have many interesting dimensions. But not that interesting.