Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Glorious. Or, Tuesday.

Me: Today?

Greg: I can't think why I wouldn't want to do that.

Me: Where? When?

Greg: Clock Tower of Inscrutability? High noon?

OK.

Punching through the elastic.

Bucket.

Tampon Trail #37.


Widowmaker Bypass.


Gunnector.

Butterbritches.


Saaaaaaaay.

Yup, that looks like it'll go.

Hardly enough of this to mention.

Inflated and ready.

Floating.


And grinning.

Light and shadow. The latter made you really appreciate the former.



Take out, deflate, pack up.

It's all in there.

Then, an easy spin back through town in time to see the UPS man unloading the latest batch of withwhich to build some more wheels.

I love it when a plan comes together...