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2. Get the monster to respond to basic instructions, such as: "Oh, for fucks sake!" and "Porter, NO!!"&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PFbf/~4/cUFkozMLdsQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theyearofthebicycle.blogspot.com/feeds/1136160213847225643/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719918380367363474&amp;postID=1136160213847225643" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/1136160213847225643?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/1136160213847225643?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PFbf/~3/cUFkozMLdsQ/2012-goals.html" title="2012 Goals" /><author><name>Sean Armstrong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MKRo_MQSVjI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/iOTsI5_APUI/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theyearofthebicycle.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-goals.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8ARHc5eSp7ImA9WhRWFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719918380367363474.post-9073897938907398022</id><published>2011-12-31T18:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T09:27:25.921-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-01T09:27:25.921-08:00</app:edited><title>2011 - Year in Review</title><summary type="html">




It's been a big year for us. All the big baby milestones, finishing Jeff's house (while living in it), moving to PA, and Michele at a job that's not considered training for the first time in eight years. Feels like I'm really an adult for the first time. Okay, maybe not, but getting closer. On the whole it's been a good year and here's to an even better 2012.


&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PFbf/~4/EQMRhezObNk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theyearofthebicycle.blogspot.com/feeds/9073897938907398022/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719918380367363474&amp;postID=9073897938907398022" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/9073897938907398022?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/9073897938907398022?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PFbf/~3/EQMRhezObNk/2011-year-in-review.html" title="2011 - Year in Review" /><author><name>Sean Armstrong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MKRo_MQSVjI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/iOTsI5_APUI/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qrf-Hh73oGo/TwCXMeFDKEI/AAAAAAAAXTo/r6mhwL3p9YA/s72-c/IMG_0247.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theyearofthebicycle.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-year-in-review.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AMQHw5fip7ImA9WhRXGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719918380367363474.post-8770072953642488040</id><published>2011-12-26T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T13:43:01.226-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-26T13:43:01.226-08:00</app:edited><title>That's a Lot of Loot</title><summary type="html">


Michele got her french oven, I got some snow gear, but it's the kid who scored big.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PFbf/~4/FpR77fdVPxU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theyearofthebicycle.blogspot.com/feeds/8770072953642488040/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719918380367363474&amp;postID=8770072953642488040" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/8770072953642488040?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/8770072953642488040?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PFbf/~3/FpR77fdVPxU/thats-lot-of-loot.html" title="That's a Lot of Loot" /><author><name>Sean Armstrong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MKRo_MQSVjI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/iOTsI5_APUI/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gITYApCCLHI/TvjqHOBMDdI/AAAAAAAAXSI/nv4QtclmMzI/s72-c/014.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theyearofthebicycle.blogspot.com/2011/12/thats-lot-of-loot.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIERH4zfSp7ImA9WhRQEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719918380367363474.post-70017327830325426</id><published>2011-12-04T21:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T13:28:25.085-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-05T13:28:25.085-08:00</app:edited><title>Shakedown</title><summary type="html">

Thanks to a friend, who works at a certain Seattle based snow sports company, I got new gear this year.  The entire setup is a pretty big departure from what I was riding and so I figured it'd just make good sense to head up to Hurricane Ridge and see what I need to do to my setup to get it working for me. While that sounds all well and good, hiking up with an unfamiliar kit for short little &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PFbf/~4/kT53v2DStoQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theyearofthebicycle.blogspot.com/feeds/70017327830325426/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719918380367363474&amp;postID=70017327830325426" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/70017327830325426?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/70017327830325426?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PFbf/~3/kT53v2DStoQ/shakedown.html" title="Shakedown" /><author><name>Sean Armstrong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MKRo_MQSVjI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/iOTsI5_APUI/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O6jewAn0Izs/Tt00suv6ZBI/AAAAAAAAXJA/im6Ef7YqlOA/s72-c/IMAG0242.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theyearofthebicycle.blogspot.com/2011/12/shakedown.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8ERn87cSp7ImA9WhRRFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719918380367363474.post-3840121604865989582</id><published>2011-11-28T19:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T19:53:27.109-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-28T19:53:27.109-08:00</app:edited><title>Thanksgiving in Stepford</title><summary type="html">er, Seabrook.

We didn't have Thanksgiving at Paul and Sean's this year, instead we all rented a house at Seabrook. In attendance there was Paul and Sean, Jimmie and Adam, Jeff, and the three of us. Since our last visit Seabrook has grown a bit, there are a few more houses, a couple more businesses, and a community pool. For those of you keeping count, this is Thanksgiving number four with this &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PFbf/~4/6FjiGaoekFw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theyearofthebicycle.blogspot.com/feeds/3840121604865989582/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719918380367363474&amp;postID=3840121604865989582" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/3840121604865989582?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/3840121604865989582?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PFbf/~3/6FjiGaoekFw/thanksgiving-in-stepford.html" title="Thanksgiving in Stepford" /><author><name>Sean Armstrong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MKRo_MQSVjI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/iOTsI5_APUI/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mFmKYm3pA6k/TtRNcwJSmRI/AAAAAAAAXD8/WH47_oCJbW0/s72-c/007.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theyearofthebicycle.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-in-stepford.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IAQXwzfip7ImA9WhRSE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719918380367363474.post-7246412259511387656</id><published>2011-11-15T09:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T09:52:20.286-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-15T09:52:20.286-08:00</app:edited><title>I'm Not So Bright</title><summary type="html">




It's cold, I'm fat, and this bike currently hates me.








BTW - I couldn't handle the humiliation of the 32:21 so we're back to an 18 on the rear wheel.


&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PFbf/~4/nv0tBf3J4fc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theyearofthebicycle.blogspot.com/feeds/7246412259511387656/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719918380367363474&amp;postID=7246412259511387656" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/7246412259511387656?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/7246412259511387656?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PFbf/~3/nv0tBf3J4fc/i-not-so-bright.html" title="I&amp;#39;m Not So Bright" /><author><name>Sean Armstrong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MKRo_MQSVjI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/iOTsI5_APUI/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-MnnFHyAgOoM/TsKj_X3AmcI/AAAAAAAAW7o/dP86Y1MLvkw/s72-c/IMAG0195-1.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theyearofthebicycle.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-not-so-bright.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUBR345cSp7ImA9WhdaFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719918380367363474.post-565732327568599149</id><published>2011-10-26T20:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T20:30:56.029-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-26T20:30:56.029-07:00</app:edited><title>It's Happened</title><summary type="html">I've turned into one of those people.  I spend every waking moment with my kid.  I sing about everything I do as I do it.  All I have to talk about with other adults is what my kid is doing (or not doing).  It's as if I completely forgot how to relate to others, specifically the fact that they don't give two shits about my kid that I keep talking about.  Oh, and I find myself doing stuff like &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PFbf/~4/30mgXV28oAY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theyearofthebicycle.blogspot.com/feeds/565732327568599149/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719918380367363474&amp;postID=565732327568599149" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/565732327568599149?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/565732327568599149?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PFbf/~3/30mgXV28oAY/its-happened.html" title="It's Happened" /><author><name>Sean Armstrong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MKRo_MQSVjI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/iOTsI5_APUI/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cS-Y23QLXw/TqSSWMYdpHI/AAAAAAAAWX8/ZM_3YsA6SMo/s72-c/11+-+1" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theyearofthebicycle.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-happened.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4DR3s-eyp7ImA9WhdbF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719918380367363474.post-4472900234169480138</id><published>2011-10-16T13:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T13:46:16.553-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-16T13:46:16.553-07:00</app:edited><title>Company</title><summary type="html">
Things have been going good here in PA.  Michele is still working very long hours (but only four days) so Porter and I are getting to spend a lot of time together.  We've also had our fair share of visitors roll through in the past few weeks.  First it was my parents.  Mom spent the entire three days making goo-goo eyes at The Monster.





Dad and I actually got out for a ride, of course being &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PFbf/~4/RoO30R96nIo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theyearofthebicycle.blogspot.com/feeds/4472900234169480138/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719918380367363474&amp;postID=4472900234169480138" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/4472900234169480138?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/4472900234169480138?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PFbf/~3/RoO30R96nIo/company.html" title="Company" /><author><name>Sean Armstrong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MKRo_MQSVjI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/iOTsI5_APUI/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-50TorgBGlDM/Tps-HX6yVpI/AAAAAAAAWUE/BuhK3odJbBk/s72-c/IMAG0070.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theyearofthebicycle.blogspot.com/2011/10/company.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUFSXo_fip7ImA9WhdUEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719918380367363474.post-6124062536724745403</id><published>2011-09-25T21:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T22:10:18.446-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-26T22:10:18.446-07:00</app:edited><title>The Little Differences</title><summary type="html">
This is what the Monster did to celebrate his 1st birtday:







And this is how Michele and I celebrated:



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The Monster and I went out for a little adventure today while Michele had Saturday clinic.  Rather than ride from the house we packed up the Element and headed over to Sequim to ride from Railroad Bridge Park over to Robin Hill Farm Park and back.  I chose this as our ride for a couple of reasons.  First and foremost, I wanted to forgo Porter's helmet and this route is completely removed from &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PFbf/~4/OI0Tj9QJ9UI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theyearofthebicycle.blogspot.com/feeds/6724375982287139933/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719918380367363474&amp;postID=6724375982287139933" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/6724375982287139933?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/6724375982287139933?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PFbf/~3/OI0Tj9QJ9UI/musings.html" title="Musings" /><author><name>Sean Armstrong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MKRo_MQSVjI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/iOTsI5_APUI/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8cdy9-godyk/Tn5DVTBuYaI/AAAAAAAAWEE/FJI1DQ9kWkU/s72-c/IMAG0024.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theyearofthebicycle.blogspot.com/2011/09/musings.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMFRHszeSp7ImA9WhdVE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719918380367363474.post-2658545677151822850</id><published>2011-09-18T17:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T17:00:15.581-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-18T17:00:15.581-07:00</app:edited><title>Elwha, Sprint Boats, and Cake</title><summary type="html">
Saturday was a hell of a day.  It started with a trip downtown to the farmers market and the festivities celebrating the removal of the two dams on the Elwha river. After that I spent my afternoon at Port Angeles' new Extreme Sports Park to watch the USSBA national finals.  Pat was supposed to come up and join me in manly pursuits but couldn't get away from family obligations, oh well.  That &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PFbf/~4/u9bxMQBk_us" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theyearofthebicycle.blogspot.com/feeds/2658545677151822850/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719918380367363474&amp;postID=2658545677151822850" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/2658545677151822850?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/2658545677151822850?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PFbf/~3/u9bxMQBk_us/elwha-sprint-boats-and-cake.html" title="Elwha, Sprint Boats, and Cake" /><author><name>Sean Armstrong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MKRo_MQSVjI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/iOTsI5_APUI/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gq9F4WM5hCw/TnWFjeNdSsI/AAAAAAAAWAI/sSKNKsze_1M/s72-c/017.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theyearofthebicycle.blogspot.com/2011/09/elwha-sprint-boats-and-cake.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQCQXo9fSp7ImA9WhdWGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719918380367363474.post-375627360334437439</id><published>2011-09-12T01:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T07:39:20.465-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-12T07:39:20.465-07:00</app:edited><title>This Damn Kid</title><summary type="html">


Earlier today Tim and Lucy paid us a visit while they were waiting to catch the Black Ball to Victoria.  While we were all hanging out and playing with the Monster he took a bit of a header.  He didn't fall far but he hit his head on the sliding door and caught his cheek on a piece of furniture.  Michele scooped him up rather quickly to soothe him and the next thing I know she's yelling '&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PFbf/~4/NkliOGfoGdY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theyearofthebicycle.blogspot.com/feeds/375627360334437439/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719918380367363474&amp;postID=375627360334437439" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/375627360334437439?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/375627360334437439?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PFbf/~3/NkliOGfoGdY/this-damn-kid.html" title="This Damn Kid" /><author><name>Sean Armstrong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MKRo_MQSVjI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/iOTsI5_APUI/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3cvC864ciMs/Tm2-jI8eHgI/AAAAAAAAV-I/SoQg-aSAwrM/s72-c/006.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theyearofthebicycle.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-damn-kid.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEFSHo5cCp7ImA9WhdWEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719918380367363474.post-1202266482108835850</id><published>2011-09-05T21:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T21:50:19.428-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-05T21:50:19.428-07:00</app:edited><title>Resistance Training</title><summary type="html">
The last time I tried to take The Monster on a bike ride it didn't go so well.  We tried to circle Greenlake and he started full on freaking out about halfway around, ended up playing in the grass alongside the trail until Michele managed to catch up so she could take him the rest of the way home in the baby backpack.  So it's been a couple months and I figured the time was right to give it &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PFbf/~4/QZKkU-yHkko" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theyearofthebicycle.blogspot.com/feeds/1202266482108835850/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719918380367363474&amp;postID=1202266482108835850" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/1202266482108835850?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/1202266482108835850?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PFbf/~3/QZKkU-yHkko/resistance-training.html" title="Resistance Training" /><author><name>Sean Armstrong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MKRo_MQSVjI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/iOTsI5_APUI/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EXbooVQurv0/TmWb4Xy5DeI/AAAAAAAAV7A/oZ7sqBSP9yI/s72-c/IMAG1024.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theyearofthebicycle.blogspot.com/2011/09/resistance-training.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUFQ34_fyp7ImA9WhdWEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719918380367363474.post-4832736047156278786</id><published>2011-09-03T16:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T23:36:52.047-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-03T23:36:52.047-07:00</app:edited><title>Embarrassment Avoided</title><summary type="html">
When picking out a bike today for riding the ODC:AR I spent a fair amount of time thinking about riding TBFKaU.  Unfortunately, I just couldn't do it.  How could I possibly stand the humiliation of anyone noticing my 32:21, and on a 26er no less.  That shit is just ridiculous and I need to put it right.  Of course, I have in fact used that same ratio once before, but I had a much better excuse &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PFbf/~4/3mjIb7hrQVQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theyearofthebicycle.blogspot.com/feeds/4832736047156278786/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719918380367363474&amp;postID=4832736047156278786" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/4832736047156278786?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/4832736047156278786?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PFbf/~3/3mjIb7hrQVQ/embarrassment-avoided.html" title="Embarrassment Avoided" /><author><name>Sean Armstrong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MKRo_MQSVjI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/iOTsI5_APUI/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pu5dKxweOmI/TmKvJPae_5I/AAAAAAAAV5Y/taCuwZ7_K1M/s72-c/IMAG1009.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theyearofthebicycle.blogspot.com/2011/09/embarrassment-avoided.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AHRX4-eCp7ImA9WhdXGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719918380367363474.post-7165690209702090689</id><published>2011-08-31T12:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T12:42:14.050-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-31T12:42:14.050-07:00</app:edited><title>Stumptown, Summer '11</title><summary type="html">
Michele and I had been tossing around the idea of making one last Portland trip before she starts work for the last few months.  We finally made the decision to go on Saturday.  I called Tim and Lucy to get the okay to use a spare room and Sunday morning we were off.  Porter slept the majority of the way way down and we only had to resort to The Human Beinz on repeat for the last 20 minutes or &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PFbf/~4/VGEY29duxY0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theyearofthebicycle.blogspot.com/feeds/7165690209702090689/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719918380367363474&amp;postID=7165690209702090689" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/7165690209702090689?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/7165690209702090689?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PFbf/~3/VGEY29duxY0/stumptown-summer-11.html" title="Stumptown, Summer '11" /><author><name>Sean Armstrong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MKRo_MQSVjI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/iOTsI5_APUI/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YeVGMJOumH4/Tl6CAfAtrII/AAAAAAAAV24/6b-vp3zq_PM/s72-c/IMAG0972.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theyearofthebicycle.blogspot.com/2011/08/stumptown-summer-11.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IAQX49eSp7ImA9WhdXFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719918380367363474.post-4406699118494096878</id><published>2011-08-27T21:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T21:25:40.061-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-27T21:25:40.061-07:00</app:edited><title>ODC:AR</title><summary type="html">

Headed out today with TBFKaU in search of a some trail closer to home, and I found it.  The Olympic Discovery Trail runs from Port Townsend to La Push across the North end of the Peninsula.  It consists mostly of the shoulder of US 101 with some paved rails to trails thrown in.  The plan for the trail is to eventually get it all off the highway and protected from traffic, but it's not quite &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PFbf/~4/H17phMrSIxw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theyearofthebicycle.blogspot.com/feeds/4406699118494096878/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719918380367363474&amp;postID=4406699118494096878" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/4406699118494096878?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/4406699118494096878?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PFbf/~3/H17phMrSIxw/odcar.html" title="ODC:AR" /><author><name>Sean Armstrong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MKRo_MQSVjI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/iOTsI5_APUI/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ktybKcDVpxI/TlmNHENB7II/AAAAAAAAVzs/vN_KuYhWhAo/s72-c/IMAG0956.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theyearofthebicycle.blogspot.com/2011/08/odcar.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEACQH85fSp7ImA9WhdXE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719918380367363474.post-8180048328562750725</id><published>2011-08-25T14:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T14:12:41.125-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-25T14:12:41.125-07:00</app:edited><title>First Ride</title><summary type="html">
...as a resident of the Olympic Peninsula that is.  I've been pretty busy since the move, there's been a lot of unpacking, a whole bunch of work to be done on the old house back in Seattle, and a kid to follow around all over the place.  Seems like we're finally starting to settle into a grove and so I took advantage of the time I had to go spin the pedals a bit.  I choose Miller Peninsula even &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PFbf/~4/NQ0bCjVXXKg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theyearofthebicycle.blogspot.com/feeds/8180048328562750725/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719918380367363474&amp;postID=8180048328562750725" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/8180048328562750725?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/8180048328562750725?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PFbf/~3/NQ0bCjVXXKg/first-ride.html" title="First Ride" /><author><name>Sean Armstrong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MKRo_MQSVjI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/iOTsI5_APUI/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nHeihVmY9a4/TlYCPszxzlI/AAAAAAAAVxY/UDeYYrhMHWg/s72-c/IMAG0947-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theyearofthebicycle.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-ride.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMGR3s5fyp7ImA9WhdRGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719918380367363474.post-8175137398326663800</id><published>2011-08-09T20:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T20:37:06.527-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-09T20:37:06.527-07:00</app:edited><title>We've Landed</title><summary type="html">
Made it to Port Angeles on Thursday night, about 12 hours ahead of our stuff. Unloading went exceedingly well, I didn't have to lift a finger after all. Gorgeous panoramic view of the mountains from the living room and we can kinda see the strait past the hospital from the other end of the house. The kitchen blows big time but these are only temporary digs so that's not a big deal. The place is &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PFbf/~4/E428WdLjsXk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theyearofthebicycle.blogspot.com/feeds/8175137398326663800/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719918380367363474&amp;postID=8175137398326663800" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/8175137398326663800?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/8175137398326663800?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PFbf/~3/E428WdLjsXk/we-landed.html" title="We&amp;#39;ve Landed" /><author><name>Sean Armstrong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MKRo_MQSVjI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/iOTsI5_APUI/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-JBykLMRfi0E/TkH7a0aMM1I/AAAAAAAAVos/a4HCrLRwyoE/s72-c/2011-08-07-09-31-56-646.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theyearofthebicycle.blogspot.com/2011/08/we-landed.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YFQnY8cSp7ImA9WhdRE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719918380367363474.post-4242728228050169830</id><published>2011-08-02T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T11:51:53.879-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-02T11:51:53.879-07:00</app:edited><title>T -2 Days</title><summary type="html">The last time we moved I swore up and down that it'd be the last time I did it myself.  In the fourteen plus years that Michele and I have been together we've lived together at nine different addresses, each time we've moved we've picked up more and more crap, and each time I've been solely responsible for getting everything from point A to B.  Don't get me wrong, I've had help every time, but &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PFbf/~4/jiXjD2Sgb4s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theyearofthebicycle.blogspot.com/feeds/4242728228050169830/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719918380367363474&amp;postID=4242728228050169830" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/4242728228050169830?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/4242728228050169830?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PFbf/~3/jiXjD2Sgb4s/t-2-days.html" title="T -2 Days" /><author><name>Sean Armstrong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MKRo_MQSVjI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/iOTsI5_APUI/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tJ2ZNqtLRFU/TjhFTASIyQI/AAAAAAAAVlI/IKPc2tkgE8A/s72-c/11+-+1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theyearofthebicycle.blogspot.com/2011/08/t-2-days.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AMQHY5eip7ImA9WhdSE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719918380367363474.post-7894726265915803886</id><published>2011-07-22T19:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T19:56:21.822-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-22T19:56:21.822-07:00</app:edited><title>Working Up To Walking?</title><summary type="html">


Porter took multiple steps (2) on his own for the first time tonight.  His name, coupled with the fact that we were in a bar and he did it on top of a table can't be a good sign... 
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getting ready for the big move coming up next month.  Michele officially finished up her fellowship at the end of June, although she was pretty much done a month prior and fully checked out with a week left.  Even thought we're only headed 80 miles away it seems like we've spent the last &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PFbf/~4/gPHQsjhKiEw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theyearofthebicycle.blogspot.com/feeds/3944881739602821312/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719918380367363474&amp;postID=3944881739602821312" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/3944881739602821312?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/3944881739602821312?v=2" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;CEACQ38_fip7ImA9WhZXFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719918380367363474.post-4403852186310176858</id><published>2011-05-05T17:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T17:46:02.146-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-05T17:46:02.146-07:00</app:edited><title>Well, It's Official</title><summary type="html">We're moving to Port Angeles.  Michele just accepted the position mere moments ago.  Real post later when I'm in front of a computer instead of working from my phone.
&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PFbf/~4/rmaXF86MNK0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theyearofthebicycle.blogspot.com/feeds/4403852186310176858/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719918380367363474&amp;postID=4403852186310176858" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/4403852186310176858?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/4403852186310176858?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PFbf/~3/rmaXF86MNK0/well-it-official.html" title="Well, It&amp;#39;s Official" /><author><name>Sean Armstrong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MKRo_MQSVjI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/iOTsI5_APUI/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theyearofthebicycle.blogspot.com/2011/05/well-it-official.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUERnc5eip7ImA9WhZXFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719918380367363474.post-8078645596641399293</id><published>2011-05-03T18:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T18:40:07.922-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-03T18:40:07.922-07:00</app:edited><title>Badgeless No More</title><summary type="html">I added a handful of these little forty2 decals to my latest sticker order.  Now TBFKaU no longer has to hide in shame with an unadorned headtube.  BTW, if you find yourself in the market, the boys at DCS can't be beat.  I really can't say enough good things about these guys.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PFbf/~4/Yzfo_FP3DdM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theyearofthebicycle.blogspot.com/feeds/8078645596641399293/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719918380367363474&amp;postID=8078645596641399293" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/8078645596641399293?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/8078645596641399293?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PFbf/~3/Yzfo_FP3DdM/badgeless-no-more.html" title="Badgeless No More" /><author><name>Sean Armstrong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MKRo_MQSVjI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/iOTsI5_APUI/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nhsUK_ZZ-WM/TcCtj254BcI/AAAAAAAAU8k/n-wXIOMkhzU/s72-c/004.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theyearofthebicycle.blogspot.com/2011/05/badgeless-no-more.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQEQXg_eSp7ImA9WhZXFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719918380367363474.post-7474985558534555854</id><published>2011-05-02T17:56:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T22:25:00.641-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-02T22:25:00.641-07:00</app:edited><title>If I Had a Hammer...</title><summary type="html">I purchased my first real framing hammer early in the fall of 1995.  I was told I needed a California style framer and that's what I bought.  If I remember correctly I spent around eleven dollars at Wal-Mart for the only thing on the shelf that came even close to what I understood a California framer to be.  The face was soft and lost it's waffle right away, the head was loose after only a couple&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PFbf/~4/Dn23ksHljTg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theyearofthebicycle.blogspot.com/feeds/7474985558534555854/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719918380367363474&amp;postID=7474985558534555854" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/7474985558534555854?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719918380367363474/posts/default/7474985558534555854?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PFbf/~3/Dn23ksHljTg/if-i-had-hammer.html" title="If I Had a Hammer..." /><author><name>Sean Armstrong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MKRo_MQSVjI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/iOTsI5_APUI/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8C2LyNdGjr8/Tb88Y47KgbI/AAAAAAAAU8E/SWkeHcNH520/s72-c/hammer.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theyearofthebicycle.blogspot.com/2011/05/if-i-had-hammer.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

