“But in retrospect, I’d rather have been a poet, or a farmer.”
“Critical Mass” is a bicycling event typically held on the last Friday of every month in cities around the world. Apparently it started as a event to show how “Un-bike-friendly” the city (Or world) had become. Despite it’s seemingly humble (And some what noble) beginnings, the event has turned into an gathering of semi-political, want-to-be [...]
Well the new grips are on the 1911.
I finally gave up on making my own, seems my “Dremil” skills are not up to par.
Since I got such a great deal on the new ones, I don’t even feel bad about failing on my fist pair.
It always impresses me that the crazier life gets, the more comfort I take in little projects.
Since the boss has decided to shut the shop down, I’m left with a few tanks to disassemble.
As much as I would love to have a dozen tanks lying around, with the move coming up, and all the other [...]
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And again for the people North of the technology line.