tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69945437749958347562024-03-04T23:08:13.859-06:00Poppy's Velo Ventures.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1102125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994543774995834756.post-44752171161564371962020-11-29T11:10:00.001-06:002020-11-29T11:11:21.655-06:00Thinking today about my wiener dog, Herman. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWVNz2cm8sDOBLv0HqSGCgfm5FYkburQH1IuIwcJbCBk5lfsMus-4VCoDyK33E7_ouzrYMKQYmZmqFQ6f84NV_1owZ8sMNIkKDC8Z4uDcJ5AcZU_OUuEHaa046BiUNyUCUV7chdd6rhR38/s0/PastedGraphic-1.jpeg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="787" data-original-width="748" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWVNz2cm8sDOBLv0HqSGCgfm5FYkburQH1IuIwcJbCBk5lfsMus-4VCoDyK33E7_ouzrYMKQYmZmqFQ6f84NV_1owZ8sMNIkKDC8Z4uDcJ5AcZU_OUuEHaa046BiUNyUCUV7chdd6rhR38/s0/PastedGraphic-1.jpeg"/></a></div><b></b>
<b>For my tenth birthday my folks gave me the world's most wonderful daschund. He was sleek, had a reddish-brown coat, and his chest dragged a bit on the ground when he ran. We named him Herman. 60 years later I still think of my dog, and almost wonder whether I should get another pet just like him. Except there is/was only one Herman.
</b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994543774995834756.post-47813444113773421232020-11-28T13:24:00.001-06:002020-11-28T16:46:43.397-06:00Fuck this Shit: Are these Socks in bad tase?<p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhutWyV8YyVvLdds-vd90t4SUGwdVkxQabunB92Pv38unnN2KObfZdXKUfXZY3bNECMZbfUUCLB-QYVDQwxDDgH7dJCg-DDjUXG_T5Wd1Up8x7ESUx-UmGuR1N0eMoi4eLTkvYO6Ykq-xhC/s2048/IMG_0397.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhutWyV8YyVvLdds-vd90t4SUGwdVkxQabunB92Pv38unnN2KObfZdXKUfXZY3bNECMZbfUUCLB-QYVDQwxDDgH7dJCg-DDjUXG_T5Wd1Up8x7ESUx-UmGuR1N0eMoi4eLTkvYO6Ykq-xhC/w480-h640/IMG_0397.jpeg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><b>These socks were a gift. Presented with a smile and a twinkle in the eye. I'm not sure whether to wear them in public, or leave them on display here. </b></span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994543774995834756.post-12281332620777101822020-11-28T09:59:00.002-06:002020-11-28T13:22:25.896-06:00Bruno leads the family on an apres-turkey adventure on Barn Island.<p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZCwS4NqMhlRbE20WfkhKMv7hOWOa1f1Q7eJktDgfBMXH6dFYQt8LJFk0Rf7-8RvjNGsCmOc7B3glDIEsd9WcgEBaf01Oxo9DyN4Vkhc8wX94ujYOwgwHo1IDmlmaw4sDQHPLcovgVJb1p/s2048/IMG_3549.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZCwS4NqMhlRbE20WfkhKMv7hOWOa1f1Q7eJktDgfBMXH6dFYQt8LJFk0Rf7-8RvjNGsCmOc7B3glDIEsd9WcgEBaf01Oxo9DyN4Vkhc8wX94ujYOwgwHo1IDmlmaw4sDQHPLcovgVJb1p/w640-h480/IMG_3549.jpeg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: x-large;"><b>Thanksgiving rain had passed, we were stuffed with turkey and pecan pie, and all agreed a walk was in order. Stonington's Barn Island nature preserve was hand's-down choice for a family adventure. Dad and the boys were on bikes, Mom and I were on foot, doing a decent job keeping up with Bruno. So much beauty to behold, breath to catch, new doggie friends for Bruno to make. AND, so many photo ops, including this one, reminiscent of a Wyeth. </b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><br /> </span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994543774995834756.post-67379137254682852592020-11-22T18:27:00.000-06:002020-11-22T18:27:06.875-06:00Pachaug State Park in CT commemorates the Civilian Conservation Corps.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5NY4VnV4szOam6R-dWSaeh2kO9NtlxF_0BMU6By5Ux06iz5aYSXnXT802_A0P2H-Xl_5bqoRigE7ZbdPQlJ8iRJGHk4Y0vqsE9_HqLrG0VOrzJn70cTgtnrqIP30bLRG6uJl7CF0x4w8P/s2048/IMG_0497.jpeg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="600" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5NY4VnV4szOam6R-dWSaeh2kO9NtlxF_0BMU6By5Ux06iz5aYSXnXT802_A0P2H-Xl_5bqoRigE7ZbdPQlJ8iRJGHk4Y0vqsE9_HqLrG0VOrzJn70cTgtnrqIP30bLRG6uJl7CF0x4w8P/s600/IMG_0497.jpeg"/></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994543774995834756.post-17613209517724387152020-11-17T20:05:00.000-06:002020-11-17T20:05:58.806-06:00Signs of the Times - Fall 2020 in Stonington, CT<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9f_xXsVjL_p8-Ea7c5nMrw_R21zGJgGlQkbcQPps1NW4wAvGj86A0HT5JEkkNZfbS5dnpfC84fJflTgVzCJfJiq_cgI-SJqtC9pfA6kHDAvHKBbCRM1A06eUVyRonZ3WamtzWWh8Ca_6Q/s2048/DSCF5167.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9f_xXsVjL_p8-Ea7c5nMrw_R21zGJgGlQkbcQPps1NW4wAvGj86A0HT5JEkkNZfbS5dnpfC84fJflTgVzCJfJiq_cgI-SJqtC9pfA6kHDAvHKBbCRM1A06eUVyRonZ3WamtzWWh8Ca_6Q/s320/DSCF5167.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><h2 style="text-align: left;">On the way to Pawcatuck one can be sure to be safe and saved - all with a helpful dose of good humor.</h2><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjESOCLUkKhPNmeJLCpdnd8CwF-l8AUI2MMix45JQhXQ6_d3hE5sUmBUmI1OwJ6Zn7GyNDZP_fqH538vbhU-tndiii_Mpxesfz8Olq_D5DDpWbmFCj-cnBpNNVpEdJV9J01KZh0BK5msErF/s2048/IMG_0283.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjESOCLUkKhPNmeJLCpdnd8CwF-l8AUI2MMix45JQhXQ6_d3hE5sUmBUmI1OwJ6Zn7GyNDZP_fqH538vbhU-tndiii_Mpxesfz8Olq_D5DDpWbmFCj-cnBpNNVpEdJV9J01KZh0BK5msErF/s320/IMG_0283.jpeg" /></a></div><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: red;">Someone told me the combo outfit I was wearing the day this was shot was perfect attire for new owner of old Raleigh 16" wheel folder.</span></h2><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge8azX-OimXFOYOBBRZgzV81dx_ub9VPwMh3Wu0dsCMb13yzXbhwH5ngaJXESyc7SvWzKQstATj0rBALfKk4bwoWLUF5M_ej7UHKG14TdQBM-mCIBxXA2HDRc4aYjucK0wQBhR-L-iWadZ/s2048/IMG_0372.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge8azX-OimXFOYOBBRZgzV81dx_ub9VPwMh3Wu0dsCMb13yzXbhwH5ngaJXESyc7SvWzKQstATj0rBALfKk4bwoWLUF5M_ej7UHKG14TdQBM-mCIBxXA2HDRc4aYjucK0wQBhR-L-iWadZ/s320/IMG_0372.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Nothing velo about this shot. There must be 100 small boats, stored upside down for the winter, at the Stonington Town Dock. I love that nearly a dozen consecutive seasonal registration stickers continue to festoon the bow of this craft. </span></h3><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj03KPTlIK6-iSgTxaEDDowPKHluKK26CmbT0IeGNItR071ew_X3A_LKCiWbYWWRuxGKwo6xV-7gYf3LnMu-Fx-JcviZ8VssNDDlvnxQVp-POM_9-4BjVxJastTpDzHZbhlSxuruWWlDB7n/s2048/IMG_0391.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj03KPTlIK6-iSgTxaEDDowPKHluKK26CmbT0IeGNItR071ew_X3A_LKCiWbYWWRuxGKwo6xV-7gYf3LnMu-Fx-JcviZ8VssNDDlvnxQVp-POM_9-4BjVxJastTpDzHZbhlSxuruWWlDB7n/s320/IMG_0391.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><h3 style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #ff00fe;">The Weekapaug Inn in the eponymous Rhode Island resort town is a pretty swell place. To celebrate the fall season Inn management assembled more local bounty than this correspondent had ever seen in one place. Bike here is a Giant "Expressway" foldy that I'd ridden up the coast from Misquamicut Beach.</span></h3><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994543774995834756.post-210637982954802402020-04-27T20:20:00.001-05:002020-04-27T20:24:38.686-05:00Kind of brings back that kid-like feeling, especially if you have a passenger.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Ahhh let’s see.... we got it as sort of a bike truck so we can haul stuff to our garden and I can use it for hauling tools from my shop. Also kind of nice to use as a people hauler </div>
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<a href="http://bakfiets.nl/">Bakfiets.nl</a> is a brand but Bakfeits is also the term for a cargo bike. Literally boxbike. They’ve been around for 100 years so the idea is anything but new. <a href="http://bakfiets.nl/">Bakfiets.nl</a> is regarded as the gold standard of cargo bikes here but there are a lot of other good brands too. This one was coincidentally what I was looking for for a decent price.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></div>
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It cycles remarkably easily, and it’s not too heavy. No hills here though so that’s no prob but it’s pretty easy to get it over bridges. It has an internal 8 speed hub so you have a pretty good gear range and it’s a blast to ride. Kind of brings back that kid like feeling, especially if you have a passenger.</div>
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Lots of fun! I’ve always wanted one and had some money burning a hole in my pocket so here it is! </div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994543774995834756.post-13492348639952433162020-04-24T19:39:00.001-05:002020-04-24T19:39:17.756-05:00Skies over former Lake Calhoun made for perfect riding conditions today.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><b>Driving west yesterday on 42nd Ave in Robbinsdale. Homemade sign by parishioners lifts spirits, gives us all hope!!</b></span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994543774995834756.post-74321208081599441582020-01-23T20:41:00.000-06:002020-01-23T20:41:13.145-06:00Legendary Cosmopolitan editor Helen Gurley Brown about to have vanity plates installed on her Mercedes. <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">In this foto the late Helen Gurley Brown, who built Cosmopolitan into the most influential young women's magazine in the world, is about to have New York State COSMO vanity plate installed on her Mercedes-Benz. HGB hardly needed more notoriety, but what fun we all had when the late Editor-in-Chief of Cosmo's dozens of international editions, was awarded yet another accolade in her long list of accomplishments. The "we," by the way, is the editorial and advertising staff of Cosmo at the time, including the not-so-handy publisher, Seth Hoyt. Photo circa 1996.</span></b></td></tr>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994543774995834756.post-36215205320224243212020-01-20T21:47:00.001-06:002020-01-20T21:56:45.971-06:00Plenty of snowy diversions here to keep you from going to Florida.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><b>Lake Bde Maka Ska municipal kayaks hibernating safely and serenely.</b></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">This guy even rides to work on his twin engine, battery powered skate board. He can do twenty MPH with those studded tires, and the battery might last 25 minutes in sub-zero temps. And it was below zero the day I met man and machine. </span></b></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: purple;">"Beleza" means "beauty" in the Portuguese language. I kept waiting for a gorgeous California lady to slip behind the wheel of this RAV, but she never showed up. </span></b></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">I learned on my walk around Bde Maka Ska that the first home in Minneapolis was built for missionaries who'd come to the area to convert American Indians to Christianity. Too much snow on the plaque to read the date of construction.</span></b></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><b>The City of Minneapolis has invested enthusiastically in educating walkers, bikers, X-country skiers, boaters, et al, on the history and origins of this remarkable body of water, formerly known as Lake Calhoun. </b></span></td></tr>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994543774995834756.post-47923750601180121562019-11-09T14:43:00.003-06:002019-11-09T14:43:44.062-06:00I'm pretty sure this is the Jamis that my oldest daughter rode when she was in college. <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994543774995834756.post-26587881394836257322019-10-31T08:55:00.003-05:002019-11-02T08:54:33.339-05:00I helped "One Street" develop World-Ready Shift Levers by kicking in to KickStarter.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Five or so years back I connected with Sue Knaup in Prescott, AZ. She told me that her "One Street" nonprofit hoped to raise $$ via Kick Starter to create and distribute a special "technology" to permit <i>anybody anywhere </i>to make replacement components for bikes. Sue's market was developing countries where bikes were the main means of transport, but repair shops w/spare parts were few and far between. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">The concept to be funded initially: a small "back yard" blast furnace and mold in the shape of a shift lever. Aluminum cans could be melted down by anyone, and molten metal poured into the mold, let sit and: voila! Repair problems solved. </span></b></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b>Prototypes were made, the concept was well received, but manufacturing glitches came up that prevented the fruition of the project. For my modest contribution Sue sent me a shifter that I keep on my desk as a reminder of how much need there is in the world, and how one smart, savvy, enthusiastic dreamer-entrepreneur can . make a difference. </b></span></td></tr>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994543774995834756.post-46123421151576698052019-10-17T16:33:00.001-05:002019-10-17T16:33:21.658-05:00Likely the best bakery and coffee shop in Wayzata, MN. <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994543774995834756.post-45134685903918384132019-10-06T22:35:00.004-05:002019-10-06T22:35:42.641-05:00Ken Weir explains Patek Phillipe collaboration with Weir Jewelers on occasion of the Dublin store's 150th year in business. <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Ken's family started the business a century and a half ago. To celebrate 150 years, current Dublin owners picked Swiss watch maker Patek Phillipe to design a special, limited edition chronograph. Price: a mere 90,000 euros!</span></b></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>Weir "Style" magazine tells the story. </b></span></td></tr>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994543774995834756.post-41600028375156462442019-09-24T08:53:00.002-05:002019-09-24T08:58:35.595-05:00My friend here owns three vintage VW's, two "Bugs" and, now, this cherished van.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Looks like the sheepdog is right at home riding shotgun.</span></b></td></tr>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994543774995834756.post-8896118047718339632019-09-19T22:47:00.002-05:002019-09-24T08:48:45.316-05:00Pedaling around Bde Maka Ska today, with a stop at Perennial Cycle.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Dep't. of Parks and Rec "pop-up" office at Bde Maka Ska. Empty chair belongs to young employee who just got up to examine a boat being pulled from the former Lake Calhoun - making sure no Zebra Mussels were attached.</span></b></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><b>I met three divers in wetsuits. One guy found a discarded Raleigh mountain bike on the lake bottom. This fellow holds a box-ful of junk he's collected. The lady in the background of this pic is a "lake-saver," though I'm not sure what she retrieved.</b></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b>Our Parks and Rec man is back in his chair after examining the hull of an aluminum motor boat. Don't think he discovered Zebra Mussels this time.</b></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #666666; font-size: x-large;">Strong anti-litter messages abound!</span></b></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><b>Hey, Bro: don't be changin' your motor oil lakeside. </b></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b>Here's the Raleigh one of the wet-suiters pulled from the lake. </b></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">Pop-up office will be open until mid-October, then stored securely until Spring 2020. </span></b></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>My visit to Perennial Cycle put me in touch with the new Dutch-made </b><span style="color: blue; font-weight: bold;">Urban Arrow</span><b> electric-assist cargo bike. Luke here, tucked comfortably in the cargo "hold" of the Arrow, urged me to give 'er a try so he could take a pic, but I made him do it first. Clearly this man is having a riotous time!</b></span></td></tr>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994543774995834756.post-31530689873352377842019-09-18T15:00:00.002-05:002019-09-18T15:04:32.892-05:00Had to cross this puddle every time I rode along Long Lake this summer.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><b>I've heard that the summer of 2019 was the rainiest on record here in Minnesota. My Giant (w/o fenders) had to ford this flowing body of water every time I pedaled my fave route around Long Lake </b></span></td></tr>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994543774995834756.post-72146351223088947932019-08-29T22:01:00.002-05:002019-08-29T22:01:52.110-05:00No sooner had I purchased my Long Haul Trucker from Tonka Cycle and Ski in Hopkins, than I sold it back to shop owner Steve.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994543774995834756.post-11915180001788006532019-08-13T20:27:00.002-05:002019-08-29T22:05:18.204-05:00Sort of a java scrapbook. Tasty, indeed.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><b>We were walking the streets of Brooklyn not too many moons ago, and stumbled on to the worldwide headquarters of Grady's Cold Brew. I treated us all to yummy iced lattes and persuaded Mrs. Grady to permit me to pose next to her and the corporate cart so we could take a foto or two. Grady's has caught on since then, and is in national distribution now. To think WE were there at the dawn of the brew.</b></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange; font-size: x-large;"><b>An unknown but curious Hennepin Avenue pedestrian in Minneapolis, peeked in the front window of Dunn Brothers just as I finished my cappuccino. I was ready with my iPhone 8+. And decided post-pic to mess around with the software, coming up with a sepia version of the unknown lady in the Jackie O sunglasses.</b></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>My good buddy here a coffee drinker from way back, joined me not long ago at Dave's along Route 1 in Charlestown, Rhode Island.</b></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;"><b>Hole in the Wall in the North Beach section of San Francisco. The barista did the first pour-over I'd ever tasted.</b></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b>A young barista pours me an iced latte at the New Moon Cafe in Aiken, South Carolina. Aiken is the polo capital of the United States, and when the tony spectator crowd isn't quaffing champagne, they head to New Moon for a superior cuppa joe.</b></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Nancy and I were exploring Palm Desert, California, and came across this modest but very welcoming coffee joint. See the tip jar? We added a couple of dollar bills to make it more appealing to the pouring staff. </b></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;"><b>When Workhorse Cafe in St. Paul celebrated its first birthday I happened to be there, thirsty for an iced latte, camera in hand. The joe is sublime, while the baked goods case overflows with exquisite pastries that call out to customers: "eat me." </b></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><i style="font-weight: bold;">Holy Cow</i><b> Coffee &Tea is the toast of Westport, Connecticut. My young friends took this shot when we were visiting together recently.</b></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">I think you can pick your<br />beans by country of<br />origin.</span></b></td></tr>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994543774995834756.post-24123061094068107672019-08-12T11:01:00.001-05:002019-08-13T21:38:55.784-05:00Great clipper Emily from Great Clips.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b>On my way to get a haircut at Great Clips. Hope Emily is on duty: she works magic on thinning pates like mine. Razor cut, no tatts. </b></span></div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994543774995834756.post-63025357656280395532019-07-10T21:38:00.000-05:002019-07-10T21:38:21.537-05:00My friend Wick sent these shots of the "Quest" Velo-Car. This is definitely NOT an anonymous vehicle!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b>You can just imagine this two-wheeler healing over as pedaler takes the turn at speed.</b></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;"><b>Looks a little like a recumbent based on position of driver in this pic. Carbon shell is a piece of art.</b></span></td></tr>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994543774995834756.post-59134390320865362482019-07-04T20:34:00.000-05:002019-07-04T20:41:29.985-05:00Incredulous patron, Maschinen German-made typewriters, Nina's Coffee House, St. Paul, MN. <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b>J was showing me around St. Paul the other day, suggested we stop at Nina's for a sandwich and ice lattes. While waiting for the order to come up we took in the unique mural art on Nina's wall. We'd never seen a collaboration like this between photog and artist. German-made desk typewriters from the early '40's, in all their mechanical precision and glory. As the Brits like to say: we were gobsmacked. The young woman having coffee at her table, was as slack-jawed as we were. Incredulous.</b></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">JUSTIN HEDSTROM took the <i>Maschinen</i> fotos in Mitte, the central district of Berlin, in 2008.</span>.</td></tr>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994543774995834756.post-34369246775194340772019-07-02T07:53:00.001-05:002019-07-02T07:55:14.610-05:00Great coffee and immaculately clean store window await java lovers at Dunn Bros. on Grand @ Snelling in St. Paul. <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">The guy in the yellow shirt with the iPhone 8+ might consider ingesting fewer carbs, maybe even doing some sit ups.</span></td></tr>
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