Intern Ahern, El Corpo, and the ever lovin' Boehmke (thats 'Bim-key' for those of you who dont know bicycle royalty when you see it) enjoying waffles and omelets this morning, minus the waffels and omelets.

This photo reminds me of a story. I used to work in a bike shop in Berkeley, and there was a homeless fellow who lived behind the shop named Eugene. One morning my co-worker Skot and I were out back, and Eugene was brown bagging it. Skot asked if he had a beer in the bag, and Eugene replied with "No, no... Its coffee." Later in the conversation, He pulled an empty malt liquor can from the bag and tossed it in the recycle bin. Skot pointed out the obvious to him that he was actually drinking beer, to which Eugene shot back, "Areebody got they own keina coffee."

Anyhow, for those of you who are as tired of looking at the header photo of the Mr. T stencil as the rest of us in the Swobo camp are, this might explain why it doesnt change. Ive clicked on every single button on this here publishing platform, and try as I might, I cant figure out how to change that damn photo.
Just so you know, were 'working' on it.
And in an attempt to try and avoid the wrath of El Corpo, the above photo was actually taken sometime well after lunch. Honest.

And now finally, and in the usual style of constant non-sequiturs, I offer a story about more booby trapped trails right here in our own back yard. The full(y), maddening tale can be found here. Lets be careful out there, ok?