I got a new computer.

"Congratulate me boys, I'm Engaged!", cried Paul's clean Grandfather on Hard Days Night.

I bought a Mac.  It is pretty cool.  I think it will enhance my blogging prowess and make my blogs better too.  

My Concours is in the shop.  I feel like such a weenie.  The Barney flavored Concours was leaking some antifreeze.  I tore off the tank and fairings and read about what else had to be done and I chickened out.  It is sitting at its new home for the next three weeks, Plaza Cycle.  In the old days I would have fixed it myself.  Since I have started plumbing, I don't want to wrench on anything.  Maybe I'm too upper-class, like a blue collar yuppie.  I will buy a brand new BMW with a pipe rack, and a big scabbard for a pipe wrench.  

I haven't heard much from anyone about riding.  Tyler stopped by for some advice about his noisy crooked chain, but other than that, it has been really quiet.  I have talked to other angels, just not about ridding.  Maybe we have lost the zeal... we are going to be like an old piece of exercise equipment, like a failed fad diet, like boxing every week, like doing push-ups and sit-ups every morning, like training for the Turkey Bowl. 

I do not have pictures on my new computer, yet.  I will post some when I get some you impatient fools!

JP