wd40

ma'am, we're not talking about physics, here. it's a game with made up rules that get changed every year.

obviously the patient's fault. failed to mark it with the Sharpie provided.

hold up. my hearing is not very good. so, someone please tell me the song lyric at about 12sec does not say "anal surprise".

it's not the pizza so much as it's your genes, followed by alcohol.

leftover brisket cheesesteak.

pre-grated cheese and some runny-ass egg. I'll allow it (not that I have any authority).

stopped at Lowe's last week, on the way through Marble Falls to pick up my boat from the shop, and Mexican Jim Rockford (sorta) pulled up, just as I was leaving. rare to see one in such great shape in the wild. funny thing was: as I came back through town on my way home, I saw a black TA about the same model year, that also appeared to be in great shape. tbh, not my favorite cars ever, but they bring back some memories, for sure.

I'm sorry, but this is just more wish casting. with the numbers of civilian dead, raped and tortured that we already know about, plus the continuing and increasingly massive missile and drone attacks against critical infrastructure, flooding Kyiv isn't going to make Sleepy or Sullen even blink. the fact that the Kursk invasion owes most of its success to date to the fact they didn't tell anyone in the west/US, indicates the level of rot in or national defense at the executive level. the same traitors whispering to putin are the same ones whispering to potus about provocation risk. fuckingembarrassing.gif

wife had bookclub tonight, so the kids and I made poutine. kicked mine up a notch with a handful of goodies from the pickeld jap jar. and yes, I'm now sure I'm tatertot people. had some gravy left. also remembered we had a leftover cheeseburger patty. doing my part to declutter the fridge.

Dear Charlie: your whole Kurt Bohls bit was epic, but this is war we're talking about here. Thx, wd

cuidado, Llano County bros and broettes. or Mason, per the radar. can't believe I can see all the way to Mason, tho. looks like heat lightning, to me.

that was the dregs, after I got back. I was late getting down to the water, due to a meeting, but by the time I'd paddled out to the middle of the cove, the clouds all over the sky were lit up with various colors. this is a better sunset shot. the highlight of a rough night on water (engine quit).

gotta run the BOAT to the shop, in the morning. can't seem to not drink, out here how it started where we are: whiskey, heb sour crack and onion, raisin bran (being old sucks) where we're going

lift ticket was high. $83, and they only run 9-4, assuming no lightning within 20mi, which happened every afternoon while I was there. lift used to start at 8am, which meant the first run or two was kinda cold. but I was spent after 4 or 5 runs, anyway. second day, I focused on the chunkier lines like the Chillin's, the Supreme DHs and World Cup. that stuff doesn't make very good videos, but was super fun, even at pre-ride speeds. the dual slalom course hadn't been touched in a while. overgrown, and eroded. I saw only one legit gap jump, and it's on World Cup, near where it merges with a blue trail. the only other one I saw marked as a gap is on Last Call, and is really just another ladder drop, although at least 6ft down, with lots of erosion ruts in the LZ. no one had been hitting it, so I didn't feel bad riding around it. last time I did that trail, it was a big long wooden ramp. someone must have complained to restore the huck, or they fired their interim risk management guy. was too tired to go back up to try it at speed.

anyone know a good trolling motor guy in Austin/highland lakes area? I think it's just the gps fob (Motorguide), as one of the batteries had a rust stain on it. can only get it to turn left, but there's also a random waypoint I accidentally found by hitting something on the number pad and it suddenly wanted to get there real bad...while on the trailer in my driveway. Thanks. -w

good job, man. right there with you on racing vs race culture. I did Lajitas a few times, plus the Mas-o-Menos 100k (50k for us singlespeeders), as much for the road trip as anything. plus a couple localer races. good times. but you'd these guys who would get all upset. 'hey, man. don't get pissy with me. I'm in line behind these roadies who can't handle a pretty simple step-up, just like you.' I was searching back through my Strava for the South Boundary Trail ride I did some years ago, and it was kind of telling how much my rides have decreased in length, lately. used to be like 10mi, minimum. now 10mi is like an epic. my fitness decline was very much on display this week at Angel Fire, with Your Mom. was gonna do the climb from the highway up 76 to Osha Pass, but my legs were done from 2 days of downhilling. so I came home a day early. weather forecast was sketchy, anyway. they're getting a decent monsoon, this year.

let's not forget what kind of scumbags putin surrounds himself with. they're all in for a penny, in for a pound. if it wasn't for the nukes, I'd be hell yeah, do it. but it also sets a bad precedent, that could domino very quickly.

"Way up, firm and high" -Bob Seger

obviously, wives are just better at multi-tasking

surl gonna surl. can't remember if it ever got settled, but iirc, hinged bread makes it not a sandwich. wasn't worth digging that up again or having some effete coonass go off over minor violations of cajun cuisine. anyway, this thread was near the top, which served my lazy nature---which fits this thread. so...congrats, I guess, thread cop.