What else?

But after our visit to the Ducati store, I think I've changed my mind:

We need someone in the White House that can stand up to everything from sniper fire to cheating husbands. Someone who will be sure that 100 adults will lose the choice to play mature video games before even a single child is exposed to such depravity.

We need someone like Hillary who will learn from their opponents on the Republican of the aisle, picking up such tactics as voter suppression, spreading dirty rumors through third party supporters, spurning party rules, astro-turfing and any other dirty tricks that it takes to get them elected.

A president should obviously be someone who will carry on with their present course, regardless of the hard facts in front of them. Hillary has this down pat with her campaign. We need someone who will play to win, even when it's impossible for them to do so without dirty tricks.

Bring on the dirty tricks! Bring on the divisive politics! Bring on business as usual!

BRING ON HILLARY!

To make up for the John McCain ads run on my site, I dedicate this post about John McCain to you, John McCain. May your John McCain campaign go as smoothly as the war you now cheer-lead, John McCain.

So yeah, the ads are deleted.

Unfortunately I don't like the idea of scurvy.

In a car you're always in a compartment, and because you're used to it you don't realize that through that car window everything you see is just more TV. You're a passive observer and it is all moving by you boringly in a frame.

On a cycle the frame is gone. You're completely in contact with it all. You're in the scene, not just watching it anymore, and the sense of presence is overwhelming. That concrete whizzing by five inches below your foot is the real thing, the same stuff you walk on, it's right there, so blurred you can't focus on it, yet you can put your foot down and touch it anytime, and the whole thing, the whole experience, is never removed from immediate consciousness.

Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, p.12

If I can't find the problem in one of these bits, I think I'm going to have to give up. Pulling the main wire harness was the last thing I wanted to do. Hopefully it will be the last thing I have to do.

I remember all the interesting things I would get to do when I visited as a kid. Driving hours and hours to be with you on Christmas, all of us cousins ripping into a stack of presents in the living room. We'd go down in the cellar to check out all the new wood gadgets you were making. I think I even still have a medal toy soldier you had made. Hiking back behind your old house, trying to avoid cowpies, hunting for fossils and I believe I even shot my first .22 with you back there. I remember sitting on the porch with the whole family, probably 4th of July weekend, in the heat, playing cards or board games and probably losing to Aunt Janet.

We always wait in anticipation of one of your stories. Ok, maybe not "wait in anticipation", but whenever you get started everyone knows to shut up and listen in. Whether it's a joke you had just heard from a buddy or a story about some guy you once knew, we all want to hear. I guess I take after you in that way, staying quiet most of the time; it only makes people want to listen in more when you do speak up. Makes everything seem a bit more important when it is said.

So, with memories of cowpies, greasy fingernails, quiet stories...I'll miss you.