Finally, mercifully, rain has arrived in NorCal. We’ve been dry since the first weekend of November. This storm is bringing more cold than wet, but at least it’s something. Being a Northern California pussy, I’ll probably not venture out on the bike today. The church of rotating mass was in session for 4 hours yesterday though, anticipating this storm and putting the Mojo on hiatus for a bit while the trails clear out. Perhaps if I were a Copenhagener, I’d be a bit more hearty. Loving these images respectfully linked from Copenhagen Cycle Chic…

And doin it right…

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OK, so I’m only a tiny bit shamed to admit I read the Metropolitan Diary in the New York Times every Monday. For those of you who don’t know it, the Diary consist of short vignettes about life in New York; perhaps a random experience on the Subway or a unique situation with a stranger, only in New York. Some are sappier than Lance’s twitter feed, some are great. This morning I read one that I thought was great

I bicycle along the East River bike path every morning before dawn. I often see the same homeless people just north of East River Park between the F.D.R. Drive and the river. Since it is usually dark, I never make any contact with them and I assume they are sleeping. They never say a word.

Between some vacation time and needing a break, I recently did not ride for a two-week period. On my first predawn ride after returning, I rode past a man wrapped on a blanket, slumped on a bench.

Just as I was about to pass him, a loud voice boomed out, “Hey man, where you been? I was worried about you.”

I said I had been on vacation, and he simply said, “O.K., glad you didn’t get hurt.”

The next morning I rode past the same person; he said nothing and has said nothing since.

Forest Markowitz

YEP, right here on this G-Rated not a blog (normally), we’re going to show you Full Frontal of a Tranny (if you’re willing to risk it–scroll down).

So hide the children.

In the mean time, while you’re averting those prying eyeballs around you, Christmas came early. My new most prized possession arrived in a generic envelope today, postmarked Brooklyn.

But that’s not what attracted you to this post. Here you go: