Three tomatoes are walkin’ down the street.
Papa Tomato, Mama Tomato and Baby Tomato.
Baby Tomato starts lagging behind, and Papa Tomato gets really angry.
Goes back and squishes him and says: ‘“Ketchup.”
—Mia Wallace, Pulp Fiction
The time betweenst my last ride and now has been filled with typical Michigan in February type stuff that included plenty of time in the Not So Stankment riding nowhere
fast slow, lumbering on the Dreadmill, a walk in the woods, B-Man’s birthday, and yet another blast of snow and winter weather. Since there is no need to write about any of that at length, I’ll bust out the ever popular (popular because it’s not me blathering on about stuff) photo blog…