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After being completely or partially incapacitated for nearly two months, it felt great to do something last night. Two somethings, actually… I changed the oil in the RX-8 and I replaced the ignition element in my upstairs furnace. The oil change went Exxon Valdez when the cold temps apparently took their toll on my catch pan and caused it to spring a small leak. Even after the impressive spill in part...
Within 24 hours of Fiona coming to live with us, I had her enrolled in obedience school. I wasn’t given a choice in this matter — neither by Amanda, nor by Fiona. Fiona was brilliant at obedience school. Well… mostly… There were two very small issues. One stemmed from her insane drive. She loves to play. She wants to play. More. More. More! The other, I suspect, stems from her separation anxiety....
We year-round cyclists have a way of rationalizing really cold days. Once the mercury starts to dip below 50, we “ride the thermometer.” 45 degrees? 45 miles. Last night at dinner we were discussing what/where to ride today. At the time, I wasn’t really keen on another ride downtown, but I knew it was the prudent choice. One of the mysteries of living near a big city is that said big...
Yesterday was the first day of 2010. So, of course, it was the first bike ride of 2010. I stayed with the group for about 6 miles before getting scared off by shaky riders and a very unsettled pace. We seemed to speed up on the ascents and slow down on the descents. In the end, I had a great 46 miles of riding through Allen, McKinney and Frisco with only...
There are a few drawbacks to riding a bicycle 12-14 hours a week. Of course… right now, I’d gladly accept them all. None of them are quite as frustrating as being trapped by the dull ache accented by the occasional stabs of roaring pain in my right ankle. When you spend a lot of that bike time riding with other people, it can get even worse. They tend to take...
I’ll admit it. I was a texting holdout — but only because the people I interacted with were Instant Messaging junkies. My half dozen or so confidants can or could be found on Google Talk or equivalent most of the day. We shoot back and forth with jokes, snide remarks, photos, banter, cool websites, news and what have you. So, I knew the benefits of text… But why on earth would...
I woke up this morning around 5:30. It was dark. Very dark. I hesitated to even check the time on my phone. But, I did. I somehow managed to get back to sleep and managed to stay in bed until nearly 8:00! We managed to not be the first downstairs. That’s a lot harder than it used to be. Now that there aren’t any “family” horses in the barn, Fitzallen no longer...
Wickett.org 1.0: the early years Wickett.org came to life in 1997. Changes in ISP’s resulted in our e-mail addresses changing 6 times in 7 months. It was time for stability. And since we had a domain name, we might as well put up a website. The first incarnation was static HTML living on a FrontPage enabled server. Groovy! So groovy, in fact, that it still lives. Wickett.org 2.0: the pMachine years...
Over $100,000 in 3 days. Team Fatty rules. Elden is the master fundraiser. Hopefully he doesn’t crash out the entire Team Shack on the training ride on Sunday. Here’s how this all started.
Canis Wickettis
c. 1992-2011
You will be missed.
