Racktop Blues

Four days since my last post... I guess I'm back-to-back-bloggin'.

I've been lucky enough to have a Saturday at a friend-of-a-friend's big fabrication studio over the weekend passed, to tinker with an idea of making a detachable platform to increase the surface area on top of my rear Tubus Fly Evo rack. I chose the world's most narrow rack, to keep things light (on the world's heaviest bike) okay for lashing a cylindrical dry bag to, but relatively impractical for carrying anything else. 

Overdue Afternoon ogBlay Session / and Another Trip Report

Hello Webbers,

I have returned, scathed, from a strange period. If you read my previous post, about a failed trip to Brighton, then you will know about my descending into a work-consumed life. I descended for a long period, and am still descending into a situation with certain demands and certain set of comforts, and pleasures. Although it's all still positive in the peanut factory, I am ready for a change.

Work (with his cigarette and briefcase), sits on one shoulder, while Play (wearing sandals),  sits on the other shoulder; they feed two opposing ideas through the canals of the ears and into the central operating room where a little version of me (without features) is listening and making decisions, for the rest of me to act upon.