To say that I've been delinquent in updating my blog lately would be an itty-bitty understatement. As I was poking through my picture folder for inspiration I pulled up a picture that I took on Kenny’s birthday a few weeks back.

I wavered for a moment or two wondering if indeed it was still relevant to post or if too much time had passed. But, as I sat and scrolled and scrolled and sat and The Ataris sang the Boys of Summer through my computer speakers, I knew that this picture deserved to be seen.

That's right, babies. Cookie puss.

Beautiful.

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Driving along, I could smell the sweet stink of that two-stroke as it buzzed it's way along the Expressway, long before I could see Kenny.

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Driving along, I could smell the sweet stink of that two-stroke as it buzzed it's way along the Expressway, long before I could see Kenny.

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Driving along, I could smell the sweet stink of that two-stroke as it buzzed it's way along the Expressway, long before I could see Kenny.

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The Nickwackett Garage - Pittsford,Vermont

By all accounts this shop appeared to be the home for wayward British and German iron. The proprietor didn't seem to mind much that we strolled in to have a peek at the customer bikes that filled the floorspace.

I came away with the distinct feeling that you never know what might be sitting on that floor from one week to the next. Its definitely worth a peek through the window.

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