Spider

Oh, I like that...

The Bird

Here I am, giving you (a picture of) the bird.

No, the table doesn't look like that here.
Probably won't even eat at the table, to be honest...
Made our own traditions here, I suppose.


Best wishes and all that.




(Besides, sometimes one needs a break from the full on turkey day action.)

Colors

Something pretty to look at.

Attribution.

Hmm

What is going on with that frame?

There, behind the transmission, the extra space there.
A jackshaft something or other maybe, to offset the final drive?

Obvious drag bike thinking going on.
I wonder what is going on there...

Black Bird

Here is something to distract yourself with...

Tiny Dik Dik

Take a gander at this tiny dik dik, will you...

It is pretty cute.
And it is called a dik dik.




Unrelated story/memory:
Back in the college days the flop house I was living in took in these two brothers and their dog.  It was college era, so the idea of five dudes and a large dog sharing a townhouse seemed reasonable, because rent was quite less than a couple hundred bucks per person.

Anyway, the dog, named Dick.

Things were fine, at first.  Maybe.
Then Dick had mange, or something.  Hair just fell off of the poor thing, great tumbleweeds of dog fur.  Still a nice dog, but kinda gross to touch.  There was some associated smell, as well, that got pretty overwhelming.

The the dude who was Dick's human didn't have the means or wherewithal to deal with the dog mange situation.  He loved the dog, but you know...
That guy would scratch the dog, rub it's belly, normal dog owner things.

When giving the dog belly rubs, the dog would get excited.  So much so that the doggy penis would start to reveal itself...
And that guy would shout "Touch the Dick dick, touch the Dick dick!"


I got out of that situation shortly thereafter.

Saab Story

Yenko Saab?

Really?


Where are all the Saab's?


Know what I am most compelled by in this pic?

That little LUV truck, down at the end...

Hmm

That is an odd but lovely bit of bike there, huh?

Bus

Sure, how about an old van rescue video...

Word of the Day

Elections

Remember, every vote counts.




Sort of...

I mean it gets applied to the numbers for the electoral college...
And then those votes count.

W

And it happened...





The Cubs won the World Series.

Poll Dancing

There is an article over at Politico on the right wing poll watching plans and present reality.

Some of the details and comments from those involved are equally troubling and hilarious.

I am just not certain if some people have any connection to reality...


These comments on both poll watching and voter suppression plans, from a conservative group, for Philadelphia...
For example.

Many polling locations are in schools, and black schools are so disorderly that pretty much any official-looking white person with a clipboard can gain access to them ahead of time and set up a hidden camera. You don't really ever even have to speak with an adult. Simply walk in like you belong there and no one even asks you why you are there. So we usually go in teams of two, one person driving and one person dressed as a blue collar worker with a clipboard, and we set up a hidden camera in the school cafeteria. Go during lunchtime and the teachers are all so busy trying to contain the kids that no one says anything. We already have a few set up...

We also have some teams going in to the ghettos in Philly with 40s and weed to give out to the local residents, which we think will lead to more of them staying home. We have had success with this in the past...

So, a couple things here...

The plan is to set up hidden cameras that look over kids eating lunch?
I guess they will only get used of voting day, because hidden cameras to watch a kids space...
Well, that is just fucking creepy.
Where do those wild kids eat on voting day, by the way?
Maybe the polls get set up in the gymnasium, or someplace else, for the election?

And to keep voting turn out low, people are going to drive around passing out booze and weed?
I am guessing the architect of this scheme has never actually been to Philadelphia...
It is the city of brotherly love, sure, but two white guys driving around handing out weed and malt liquor is going to raise the suspicions of any Philly resident.
Seriously.
It's quite a risk and investment as well.
All that mary jane, all those 40's, rolling through the "ghettos" of the a big city...
They say you can hardly walk through those areas without getting shot.


I mean, I just don't know what to say...


Another link to the article here.