Little Game of Ketchup

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…


Snow Leaf (also an unpublished Black Sabbath song)


IS GO W. I’m pretty sure that is some sort of militia code.


Closed for the season.


Gettin’ lit for B’s 14th birthday.


Birthday burnout.


Post trainer, pre-snow blowing pasta goodness. #crushpasta


‘Twas good.


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