Train in Vain

I have been training pretty heavily lately.

Decided to do a triathalon, just because.




I had you going there, huh?

Flipped Out Friday

The thinking used to be that you were better off not being strapped to a car.
In an accident, one would be ejected from the vehicle...

I am pretty sure I wouldn't want to be strapped to that car, in this accident.

Still...ouch...

Pride

Skateboarding is gay.


I love my big, gay self.
It's pride weekend here.

Still

still have a hankerin' for Q.

Wompin' Wagon Wednesday

I am not posting these in any sort of order.

Some chassis pics are coming...

Damn It

Man, I am so pissed.

I mentioned a couple weeks back that I was building a giant robot suit.


A lot of the push on the suit was for show, you know to please investors.
You need some heavy duty revenue streams to attempt taking over the world.




Richard Branson got on board a few months back, because I sold him on the space travel bit (always a part of the plan with the moon base...) and I told him we could get some giant robots together pretty quick, with extra-atmospheric capabilities.

Branson was all over that, always dropping by the lab in those stupid flowery sarongs and flip-flops.
Oh man...
You can imagine how hard it is for me to shrug that off.

"Is it ready yet? Can I fly it yet, mate?"


So I get one finished up and we get him checked out on controls and shit - and he says to me "Mate, you know who would totally love this, my mate Paul...Paul Allen..."

I immedieately think, OK RB is a bit unstable but I'll let him take PA for a joy-ride. It opens up the whole investment dialog for me...


I made him promise to just keep low profile, avoid population centers.
The sort of thing that should be common sense with a giant, secret god-damned robot.


My assoicate in Japan sends me this, today...


God damn it.

LeMans

No, I didn't forget about LeMans.

History

East Bound and Down

I don't know...
It came up while I was searching for the Convoy song I subjected you to last week.

And Smokey and the Bandit is a cinematic triumph, a romping comedy of epic stature.

And Jerry Reed was cool.



Oh, you know you agree...

Flopper Friday

Time to Make the Crepes

I thought you should see this again.

It is hard to beat that noise.




It is the kind of noise you can make if you have access to something like this.

Though driving one in this yellow livery, through the streets of Paris , would be a bit gauche. Something in that factory silvery-blue would be much more tasteful.