Everything comes in three's for me, so when the bus wouldn't go in reverse, and the mountain bike hit the shop, I knew it was only a matter of time before I hit the trifecta. Hence why I was watching the dog so close. Luckily for me it was just the camera. That's right boys and girls, the little guy kicked it, and tomorrow morning will be shipped back to Nikon, still under warranty. Thank god something in this trio is free. This can only mean one thing. The shit will hit the fan this week and I won't have any documentation to prove....say.....a mullet smoking Kools in a stolen trans am.

Oh well. I'll just start pulling from the archives show you funny pictures. Maybe.....one of me drunk downtown making out with the frog statue? Ah, sadly I was sober.

With the busted bus, my long weekend has me camping out at home. I figured although I am quite good at driving around town without reverse (try it one day, it can be fun), It might be a bad idea to venture out and risk getting blocked in on a down hill in Telluride.

I did get to hop over to Fruita yesterday to see Jon and Beth Fisk-Tarkington race in the crit. I would have pictures to show you how fast Beth was going when she won the race, but yea, the camera thing. Well, and the fact that I was running late from work, so I really only got to see Jons race. But I'm sure it would have looked something like.... this.....only faster with more snarling and Beth yelling 'Say my name Bitch'.

Anyway, that's how I imagined it to be.