Bags, Boxes, And Bikes

When we first got our bikes back in May of this year, we couldn't figure out how we were going to a) attach them to the truck and b) how they would stay clean once they were on the truck. 

So we bought two car top carrier bags per bike and I deconstructed them and made them into one bag per bike, with a zipper all around.  Since they were made to travel on a car top, we figured they'd be weather resistant enough for the truck.  We put the bike in a bag, and using the loops in place on the original bags, threaded the straps through them and cinched it together, securing each end. 

Then we figured out a way to hang them from below the side of the trailer using eye hook bolts and 1" ratchet straps. 

I sewed a slit in each side of the bag, where each wheel would be, so we could thread a strap through the bag and the bike wheel and hang them on the trailer from the wheels. 

Here you can see the side view of how the bike was hanging, with the strap pulled tight over the bag, pulling it toward the center of the trailer so it wouldn't hang and swing or hit anything.  

We rode around with it this way for a few weeks, but Ed decided that it took entirely too much time to get the bikes in and out of the bags - to put the bikes in the bags, line up the tires with the slits, thread the straps through, tighten it down, and then reverse the process to get them down was a process.

So we decided to order an aluminum box to put the bikes in.  $1500.00 later, that's what we now use.   

Several people have asked about the bags - they didn't know about the box - wanted to know if the sewing project worked, and those who knew about the boxes wanted to see pictures.  I finally took some pictures yesterday when we got our bikes out to ride around the area of Columbia, New Jersey, where the Travel Centers of America truck stop is located.

This is the box on the trailer.  It sits right behind the landing gear and has about the same clearance as the other storage boxes on the truck.  It's just longer and deeper.   

Here's the box with both doors open.  You can see the bikes in there , Ed's is the one in front.  We take the front wheels off the bike - they're quick release - and wrap them before putting them in.  You can see Ed's front wheel leaning against the box.  

Here's a close-up of the box - Ed's bike is in front, then a piece of 2" foam, then my bike. 

Ed took his bike out first and assembled it, putting the front wheel and seat on, and making sure the handlebars were properly tightened - he has to lower them to get the bike in the box.

Next is my bike.  My seat stays on the bike and my handlebars get folded down also.  Behind my bike is another piece of 2" foam.  We're eventually going to get rid of the foam and line the box in rubber, but right now it helps to cushion everything while the truck is bumping down the road.

Next, he puts my wheel on and gets my bike ready to go.  While he does that, I get together everything I need to carry with us, packing the pannier bags.

Both bikes are now ready to go.  Ed puts everything away and checks the tire pressure before we head out.

We left the truck stop and rode a short distance before taking a pedestrian bridge across the Delaware River.  There were lots of people on the river kayaking, canoeing, and floating on rafts and in tubes.

After we crossed the river, we headed down this beautiful road - Ed is the dot waaaay in the distance - which had a nice little downgrade.  The tiny hill was heaven because it provided the breeze I needed to dry the dripping sweat on my forehead caused by the insane humidity.

We took a short break under this old stone bridge.  I took pictures while Ed climbed up the side of the hill to explore the top of the bridge, which was covered with gravel and growing trees on it.  We thought we'd be able to cross back over the river here, but it wasn't really bike friendly.  Before Ed hiked up the hill, a young guy on a dirt bike whizzed past us and rode over it.  That seemed to be the only way to go. 

Although it came out on the other side of the river, right near the truck stop, we didn't want to risk getting across and then not being able to get off the bridge.  And I wasn't too keen on carrying my bike up the hill to even get on the bridge.  So we just went back the way we came.

Back in town, we had lunch at a local deli and then headed back to the truck.  There really wasn't much to see at all, but it was a nice ride. 

Before heading back over the pedestrian bridge, we talked to one of the guys with Chamberlain Canoes, one of the many companies in the area who provide river trips, and decided next time we'll meet up with them at Delaware Water Gap and head down the river where they'll be waiting to pick us up.

A dip in the water after riding bikes in the humidity of an east coast summer was really tempting, but a lazy ride in a tube down the majestic Delaware sounded even better.

Maybe next time.


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2012: Wrappers Delight
2011: Breaking The Spell
2010: It Never Ends
2009: 275 Square Miles Of Brilliance
2008: Four Standards, One Newbie
2007: Semantics
2006: 36 Hours Of Hell On Earth
2005: 11:11:11

Laundry Options For A Modern Trucker

Every time we have to do laundry, Ed and I have a discussion that lasts at least thirty minutes - him insisting we do it right that moment and me pleading to do it any other moment.  Or never.  I hate doing laundry. 

I was never very bothered by doing laundry, but that was probably because I never had to regularly do a minimum of five loads.  It never fails - we intend to do it when we have less than one bag but it always winds up being two if not three bags and I'm always inclined to just throw it all away and buy new clothes.  And towels, sheets, and washcloths.

Yesterday Ed won.  We did laundry at our first stop, instead of later tonight or tomorrow or Sunday or...never.  Remember never?  We haven't done laundry in a truck stop in years, we always go to a laundromat since we typically have so much.  And I really hate to tie up the machines in a truck stop when those guys usually only have one load and want to get in and out fast.  But Ed went in and scoped out the place and came back to tell me that the laundry room was empty.  Shit.  No way I was getting out of it.

The place was empty.  And air-conditioned.  And there was only one guy in the TV lounge.  And they had this:

I figured it was something new, but it might actually have been around for a while since it's been so long since we've done laundry in a truck stop.  No quarters needed, just pay with a credit card.  How awesome is that??  Has anyone out there seen these before?

One of the coolest features it has was the ability to receive a text message when your wash or dry cycle is done.  Rather than hanging around, timing each cycle, walking in and out to check whether they're done or not, we were able to go into the restaurant to get a bite to eat and we got a text just as we were finishing up.  Very convenient.

And that's not the only thing technology brings when it comes to laundry.  Look at this:

I hope this catches on everywhere.  I'd love to see it in regular laundromats too.  Then I can just sit in the truck in the parking lot and wait for a text telling me everything is ready and I need to come in and fold. 

Boy, the things you learn when you step out into the real world of trucking.


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2012: It Can Only Mean One Thing
2011: It’s Like Cheers, Where Everybody Knows Your Name. OK, So It’s More Like Where Just One Guy Knows Your Face.
2010: Social NOTworking
2009: Scattergories
2008: Time Isn’t The Only Thing That Flies When You’re Having Fun
2007: Anything I Want
2006: Burglar And Idiot Proof
2005: Virginia Is For Lovers

Gary Hits Me Up With Another Gem

Our friend Gary - an expedite driver we "met" via the internet and who's been vetted by Marlaina and MacGyver, as they've dined with him on several occasions and signed off on his awesomeness - finds some of the neatest places on the road.

He's the only person I know who has actually stayed at a place he found through one of those online services where people rent their apartments to strangers - I think it was airbnb.com.  He regularly sends me cool websites - one was to find places that offer locations with swimming pool available to the public,  another for finding urban bicycle trails - and he often send photos.

Like these of the Rockwall County Library.

He emailed these today, saying the place was unbelievably comfortable and modern.  With air conditioning and blazing fast free Wi-Fi.  It's next door to the county building, which has a large beautiful rotunda, and has a café, copy machine and used books, DVDs and CDs for sale.  Also, tons of audio books.  Look how many tables there are to spread out your goodies.

And check out this well-lit area with the beautiful stone wall and comfortable chairs.  He mentioned the place was pretty empty, and that he had his pick of where to hang out.

Look at all of these computer work stations.

And the best part, the thing that's great about the Rockwall County Library, specifically for truck drivers?  It's about a half mile from the Travel Centers of America truck stop in Rockwall, Texas right off Interstate-30!  In this photo, the library is located at "A" and the T/A is at "B".  An easy walk, but an even easier bike ride.

If you're familiar with this location, you'll know there's quite a bit of shopping just to the west of the truck stop along the frontage road.  That's where Gary found Freebirds World Burrito which he said was really good.  Sounds like a place we're going to have to check out.

Thanks Gary for this fabulous find!! 


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2012: After Dinner Pusch
2011: Moments Before Sleepy Time
2010: Bakin’ It The Fake Way
2009: The Elegant Gathering Of A Life
2008: My, What A Nice Berg You Have
2007: The Hills Are Alive With The Sound Of Grapes Being Crushed Into Wine
2006: There Are No Words To Explain The Misery Of A Three Digit Temperature
2005: New York State Of Mind

Farm To Garden

We're back on the road.  First stop, Iowa.  Next stop, New Jersey.

I can't wait to ride my bike through the Garden State.


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2012: You Know You’re Getting Old When You Start Carrying Your Own Sugar
2011: America Runs On Dunkin’
2010: Los Links!!
2009: Here Kitty Kitty Kitty
2008: Intense Eddie Friday
2007: It’s An iPod, Not A wePod
2006: Doing The Wade
2005: It’s A Numbers Game

Attack Of The 50 Foot Chicagoan

Crown Fountain, located in Millennium Park in Chicago has two 50-foot glass block towers facing each other from opposite ends of a reflecting pool that's over 200 feet long.  The faces are local residents.  And the towers light up and spew water.  Freakin' cool.

Each face is animated, lifelike.  The eyes blink, the smile curves and the cheeks rise.  The mouth becomes a spout for water, children frolicking under it. It was so hot while we were there, I was inclined to kick my shoes off and join the crowd stomping through the water and standing under the large spout.

Ed got a good photo of one of the towers with the water coming out of the mouth of one of the people displayed on the screen:

And I took one of the towers at night, with some girls posing for each other in front of it, the colors changing behind their posing silhouettes.   

Chicago has some pretty great art downtown and a lot of activity late into the evening.  We spent hours riding our bikes, starting during the day and going late into the evening.  Each night we didn't get back to the truck until well after midnight, one night we even got in at 1:30 in the morning.

There was so much going on, with people out and about and walking, running and biking on the Lakefront Trail, and everything was so well lit, we didn't feel at all as if we were ever out "too late". 

I am not done with this town.  We'll definitely be exploring more next time we're there.

Now that I know how to get around.


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2012: The Art Of The Merge (And Other Simple Courtesies Of The Road)
2011: Montana Fluff
2010: Stop The Presses!
2009: Fiesta Ed Friday
2008: Crotchety Old Woman
2007: One Side Of A Coin
2006: Why Oh Why
2005: Sign Of The Times

The Best Trail In Town

These tracks lie between South Lake Shore Drive and Michigan Avenue.  We crossed them on yesterday's bike ride, via a pedestrian bridge, to go to the bike shops where we bought our new bike accessories. 

The oval structure on the right side of the picture is Soldier Field, in the distance you can see the city. 

The city has one of the best paved trails I've been on yet - 18 miles along Lake Michigan.  Shaded and scenic, with tons of places to stop for a rest.

I can't even believe something this awesome exists!  Who knew this biking thing would be so much fun?


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2012: It’s Even Better Than Having A “Plan B”
2011: Who Says Truckers Don’t Have Nice Legs?
2010: Boy, Have Times Changed!
2009: I’ll Have A Short Stack With A Million Scrambled Eggs On The Side Please
2008: It Came At A Perfect Time
2007: Experimenting With Scrotum
2006: Can Anyone Spare A Roll Of Pennies?
2005: Matching Purse And Flip Flops??

Heat And Humidity Abundant, Wind Nowhere To Be Found

Today was our third day biking around Chicago.  Saturday was our first day, and we covered about 15 miles.  Yesterday we logged about 18 miles.  And today, we added another 10 miles.  I think I've ridden more in the past three days that I have in my entire youth.  I know for sure that we've put more miles on our two wheels than our eighteen in the last couple of days.

After all the riding, I'm feeling a bit worn out and a little sore.  My ass hurts - or rather, my tailbone - three days on a saddle (that's the proper name for a bike seat) might be a little too much for a beginner like me.  And my feet hurt, too.  From pedaling.  WTF?? 

And I haven't even mentioned how hot its been here.  Brutal.  High eighties with over 70% humidity.  After it rained, it was at 100%.  I have never been more hot or more sticky or more miserable at the same time than I have over the past three days.  Yet, I oddly enjoyed all the biking.  Even with a soaked head of hair.  My skin did have a delicious glow, so maybe that's what got me through.

But seriously, you cannot look good while biking unless you're a) 120 pounds soaking wet and b) not sweaty.  You need a streamlined look - hair in a sleek ponytail, bike clothing that matches - and if you must wear a helmet, not have a head shaped like a pear.  Like mine is.

Which brings me to what we bought today.

New Helmets:  Mine is white and silver, Ed's is black and blue.  I hate the idea of wearing it - as if my head isn't hot and sweaty enough - but I guess a sweaty head and zero style to my hair is better than a cracked head.  I'm telling you right now though, if I ever see anyone I know while wearing this thing, I'll be riding like the wind in the opposite direction.  Ed looks cute no matter what he puts on his head - and believe me, I've seen him with a lot of shit on his head - so the helmet on him just makes him sporty and cute.
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A Handlebar Bag:  This is for my bike.  Rather than mounting it facing forward, I had them mount it towards me, because I want to have easy access to my camera, my phone, a pack of gum.  I don't want to be fishing over the handlebars if I need something.

And a set of Saddlebag Pannier bags:  In addition to really wanting a basket (which I still may get), ever since I laid eyes on a bike, I wanted something like this to carry stuff in.  No matter what I do, I'm a girl who needs to carry way more than what the normal person needs to carry.  It's a sickness.

My locker at school was always stuffed to the gills, my desk at work had everything anyone might ever need.  Ever.  And my purse is like MacGyver's briefcase - the real MacGyver, not Marlaina's husband - and when I go on a trip, any trip, I pack every essential belonging.  So uh yeah, these'll come in handy.

After the shopping spree, we had lunch at Flo and Santos, a "Pizza and Pierogi" pub that I found on Urban Spoon.  It's in the South Loop neighborhood of Chicago, an area Al Capone once used as his headquarters.  It was just okay, but after biking for 10 miles, I would have eaten cardboard.

I am enjoying the hell out of this city.  And we have two more days left here.  There are two other places I'd like to explore - Hyde Park to see some mansions, and Oak Park to tour the Frank Lloyd Wright designed homes.  Reading Loving Frank stirred up my interest in exploring his work and Oak Park has the largest collection of Wright designed sites in the world. It's probably a pretty good place to start.

If I have any pedal power left in me.


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2012: Delicious Eats And Healthy Treats
2011: Special Seasoning
2010: Two Truck Drivers, A Writer And A Photographer Walk Into A Bar
2009: Taking The Express To The Heartland
2008: TIT-illating Sights On The Road
2007: I’ve Been Everywhere Sunday
2006: Embracing Your Inner Bike Riding Hussy
2005: It Takes A Village To Wake A Child

Bean By Day

Two iPhone shots of the "Bean" in Chicago's Millennium Park...

  

And one of Buckingham Fountain...

The fountain was opened in 1927 and is one of the largest in the world.  Until 1980, the fountain's water was manually operated by two engineers working twelve-hour shifts. 


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2012: The Honey-Do List
2011: Following The Trail Of The Father Of Our Country To The Place Where A Cuckoo Flew Over A Nest
2010: Amid The Corn
2009: I’m Going To Be A Millionaire!!!
2008: How I Do Love A Colorful Lunch Plate
2007: Lucky Sevens
2006: My Head Has Been In The Clouds For Weeks
2005: Chunky Cheese

Bursts Of Light And A Bean

We arrived in Chicago late this evening with the plan to catch the fireworks at Navy Pier at 10:15 pm.  We found a great spot to park south of the city and discovered the bike path that follows the shore of Lake Michigan.

This is the path right in front of the Shedd Aquarium, which is where we stopped to watch the fireworks.

Here's a few photos of the shots I got of the fireworks - the city is to the left, the lights jutting out to the right are the Navy Pier, and the fireworks were being shot off from a boat in the water just at the end of the pier area.  Because we got there so late and didn't know where we were going, we didn't want to ride all the way to the pier and miss the show.

Once the show was over, we followed the path to Millennium Park and saw the famous "bean".  The official name of this piece of art is Cloud Gate.  It's extremely cool in person.  I've always wanted to see it and now I can cross it off my list!

We'll explore more tomorrow during the day.  Can't wait to see where the rest of the bike path takes us.

More photos to follow!


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2012: Cool As A Cucumber
2011: I Think We Have A Winner
2010: Progressively Yours,
2009: Spill It
2008: I’ve NEVER Colored Inside The Lines. Why The Surprise?
2007: I Didn’t Make It, But I Ate It
2006: Sorry, no post for this day.
2005: Slim Or None! I’ll Take None.

Pyrotechnic Parade Across The Midwest

NOTE TO SELF:  Never attend a fireworks viewing without a tri-pod.

We spent the Fourth of July in Altoona, Iowa.

Did you know there's a place there called Adventureland?  Adventureland.  Isn't that  so quaint?  So Iowa-ish.  A good old-fashioned fun park in the Midwest.

But rather than actually going to the park - that would have been the worst way for me to spend the holiday - we parked across the street in the Menards parking lot and watched the show from there. With everyone else in town, it seemed.

We were able to climb to the very top of our load - a load of aluminum catwalks of all things, which was perfect - and standing on the top piece, which was about ten feet off the ground, had a pretty great view of the sky in front of us.

In this picture, you can see a blue burst of fireworks color to the right center of the photo (the light rays coming from the sides are the parking lot lights) and that glowing little hump just above the top end of the freight on our trailer, is the rollercoaster at the park, which was all lit up.

Of course I missed every burst of the finale and what I did get was blurry, but here you go...the Altoona, Iowa Adventureland Finale.  Ta-da!

Don't you feel as if you were right there?

Next, we're hitting another Iowa show tomorrow night - not sure where yet - and then we'll do the big show in Chicago on Saturday night.

It's a fireworks extravaganza!!


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2012: Plane, Train, Or Automobile – Just Get Me To Canada!
2011: Hello, Kitty. Who’s Your Friend?
2010: If It’s Good Enough For Homeland Security, It’s Good Enough For Me
2009: The Top At Dock
2008: Night Interrupted
2007: Just A Train And A Tree
2006: This is One Lawn Boy I Have No Desire To See Naked
2005: Not So Cuddly

Relieved Of Civic Duty Just In Time For America's Birthday

I'm a Libra.  My Zodiac symbol is the scales.  It's the only symbol in the zodiac that's inanimate - not represented by an animal or person. 

Being the embodiment of justice, it seems fitting that in the week prior to a holiday that's so patriotic in nature, I should be called for jury duty.  Something that although I wouldn't mind doing, by the nature of my work find almost impossible to fit in.

I'm not sure I'd be so great on a jury anyway.  I'd certainly be the one responsible for hanging the jury.  And I'm pretty sure my fellow jurors would hate me.  Because once I get on something, and once I have to dig for information, and once I really get into the facts and the circumstances and the everything of something, I don't let anything go.  I can get hung up on the incorrect usage of a word.  Semantics would be the undoing of my case.  Plus, I'm pretty judgmental about some things and have zero tolerance for certain behaviors.  Although my Zodiac symbol represents balance and justice, I'm not so sure if I'd be able to be just if I just flat-out hated the guy. 

I was summoned to serve beginning the 25th of this month but the affidavit I had to sign and return within ten days had an area to fill out to request to reschedule.  I could request a date within ninety days of my original date, which would help a bit, but I'd still be required to be available at that later date. 

For a truck driver, that's hard to do, be in a certain place at a certain time.  It's really just too unpredictable to say if and when we'll be home.  And for how long.

We're on the road over 300 days a year and when we are home it's because of sheer happenstance, we're either driving through or we got a really great paying load which took us there.  But we typically didn't plan it.  We don't even get home for holidays or family functions, and believe me, I hear about that every once in a while.

Another reason we don't go home more frequently is because there's just no freight in our area.  There's never any freight in or out of our state for us and if we have to go to California, we have to deadhead a minimum of six hours, usually eight, but since we've been staying out of California, we don't even do that if we don't have to.  Going home means at least two weeks of lost revenue.  And that's a pretty good reason for not sitting on a jury making twelve bucks a day.

So I sent back my jury summons with a request to reschedule and a short explanation as to why I wasn't able to serve.

Yesterday I got a call from the Jury Commissioner's office.  They received my affidavit but were confused.  Why did I put a reschedule date and give a reason?

"Weellll, because that's what the form requested.  To choose a date within 90 days from the original date and to provide a reason why I wasn't available during the week of my report date." I said.

"Oh." said the woman who called.  "No one usually follows those directions.  It's rarely filled out correctly."

I laughed and said, "Oh.  Hmmm."

"I guess you followed them." she said, letting out an awkward laugh.

Yep, that's me.  The direction follower.  What struck me about her comment is that she was so used to morons not filling out the form correctly, that she didn't know what to do when she got one that actually provided the information they asked for.  That's what 237 years of independence got America - the opportunity to put morons on juries. 

She asked me again why I sent in the form requesting another date with a reason.  I explained how I figured I'd have a better chance making arrangements to get back there in October, than three weeks from now.  That this is our busy season and giving up several weeks of revenue at this time wouldn't be best for our business.

"Well, we need you to put that in writing, giving us as much detail as you can, explaining everything you just told me, and send it to the Jury Commissioner." she said.  She was very nice and very helpful.

"Can I send it via email or do you need a real letter sent in the mail?" I asked.

She asked me to hold while she checked.  When she came back on the phone, she told me they were just going to excuse my service, and that I didn't have to worry about  writing a letter, or serving now or in October.  I'd be getting a postcard in the mail confirming that I was excused, but to know that being excused from service was only good for this year.

Well.  Cool.  I thanked her and hung up.  In the almost nine and a half years I've been with Ed, I've never been called for jury duty.  Hopefully it'll be another nine years before they need me again.

Happy Fourth of July indeed.

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2012: Blind With Patriotism
2011: Independence In The Town Of The Big House
2010: It’s So Much Prettier
2009: Soap Box Derby – Spavinaw Style
2008: Eddie’s Independence Friday
2007: Miss Independent
2006: Independence Day
2005: The Mother Road To Independence

A Face Only A Mother Sniffer Can Love

I don't even know where to start.

I suppose it's best for us to all be on the same page, so why don't you read the story first?

Go ahead, I'll wait.

OK.  Up to date?

So, yeah, sniffing.  Not cool.

This story doesn't indicate that the guy was/is a pedophile, and although I'm not sure I'd be thrilled with him chit-chatting with my kid, unless the tattoo is on his penis, I'm pretty sure it's not illegal to ask someone if they're interested in seeing it.  The tattoo, not the penis.

I've gotta say, it's probably the best mugshot I've seen in a looooong time, but I have a few more comments.  As if you weren't expecting more.  C'mon people.

So seriously, since when is it illegal to sniff people?  I sniff people all the time.  Sometimes against my will, but usually it's done intentionally, I'm not shy about getting close to someone I think smells delicious.  Whether a person smells like cake, lemon zest, or Drakkar Noir - a scent that sends my flying back to the eighties - I sniff.

The next thing I can't seem to wrap my head around is this:  How is it that he outran a soccer coach?  The coach even tackled him but he got free.  How does a 425-pound man get up and get away so fast?   Unless his body belies what his head implies, I can't imagine him outrunning a three-toed sloth let alone a soccer coach.

And finally, he hid behind a tree?  I can't hide behind a tree.  Where the hell were these kids playing soccer?  Among the sequoias?

If I were a kid, I'd probably be petrified to have this behemoth approach me, but based on just what I read in the story, something doesn't smell right.  He struck a plea deal, but still received a 32-month prison sentence for "false imprisonment" because he grabbed the kid's arm.  I can't believe that's really all there is to it.

He very well may have been up to no good, and I'm in no way supporting any kind of endangerment of a child, but I find the headline, the photo and the reported events of the story to be extremely amusing.

To his credit though, with that close-cut hairstyle and neat facial hair, he's very well groomed for a serial sniffer.


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2012: Rolling In The Deep
2011: A Castle On A Bluff
2010: The Skies Really Are Friendly, No Matter Who Is Flying In Them
2009: Eddie Beach Feet Friday
2008: Panoramic
2007: My New Motto
2006: Fake It Till You Make It
2005: Feria Colour Strands

In Hot Pursuit

Somewhere between Utah and Nebraska - can't remember where we were - we saw this sitting in the fuel island next to us.  It was one of those cool movie camera cars.

These cars, and there are all kinds, are provided to customers by Pursuit Systems.  They've been used in many movies you and I have seen.  I thought it was neat to see them up close.

I know, I'm a total dork.  But there's a lot to see out here on the job.  And I'm here to bring it to you.

You're welcome.


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2012: The Spotlight Isn’t Just On The Community
2011: The United States Of American Cheese
2010: Waiting
2009: My Mother The Jihadist
2008: Perfectly Reasonable Defense
2007: Provocative
2006: Sidewalk Sushi
2005: $4,000 Worth Of Tupperware