Tuebor in Adjunct to 8/9/2013 flash friday; a trinity of flashs

Originally the flag had a moose and a squirrel, not a moose and an elk. The caption was Carpe Moose N Squirel. This was when Russia briefly held the territory under the governess of Boris and Natasha. When a chunk of the state was given to Ohio and the UP was tacked on the squirrel was changed to an elk, but, Tuebor (which means I will defend) implies defense against moose and squirrel. Also, Wassa Matta U was changed to U of M.

If the photo came out right … Something something about purple monkeys flying out my ass. I’m not sure where that comes from but it’s a real saying as is “better purple monkeys out your ass than in”.

This last week has included many a false start to taking my bike off the trainer and getting her on the road. A trainer is a stand with a magnetic roll bar that allows you to use a real bike indoors like a stationary bike, in theory at any rate. There used to be a much more cumbersome and more dangerous version that was two sets of rollers, came much closer to simulating a real bike ride. Mounting and dismounting was always a bitch balance wise, and, it’s possible, the one I remember was built by the owner. There was this kid I was sort of friends with, one of the few kids I knew who’s dad was neither a professor nor a preacher, um, maybe the only one I knew growing up. His dad was a very serious bicycle hobbyist and, I think for a day job, was, maybe, a cab driver. He taught me a lot about building bikes, fine tuning derailer and crank setups, even how to true a wheel by tightening certain spokes and loosening others (though you needed to see it spin to know which, there is fancy equipment to true a wheel, but you can also use your own bike fork).

Some of the false starts were a quick change in the weather, like, Sunny to Thunder storm, and some of the false starts were laziness and/or overthinking. Today is gray and cool, actually that’s kind of perfect, but it’s been a wet april and gray is not a comforting color of sky for one who doesn’t want to get caught in the rain. I’m mostly an Oregonian so rain is refreshing, on a bike, however, it’s a skunk stripe of mud from ass crack to collar.

Ok, this is mostly for checking out if I remember how to post an image here.