The Pits – Back to the Post Office this morning to meet with Vicelia and finish sending my passport. I had a couple of blank checks in hand and ready to go. This was going to be a quick and
The Trek
The Pits – I went to the Post Office today to send in my information for my passport. I had all my forms filled out and was ready to get this over with. However, the US Department of State can
For to Pass Ports
The Pits – I realized too late that the Post Office requires appointments in order to submit your passport information. I had to schedule an appointment for tomorrow morning. The Peaks – I’ve been working on trying to get my
Vineyards & VBS
The Pits – Hot and rainy on the ride home from work. The Peaks – Traci and I finally got a legitimate date night while the boys were at evening VBS. We got salads from Newk’s and had a nice
iJoe Mamma
The Pits – Heat. I started trying to listen to the audio book of Ulysses by James Joyce. But it’s really difficult to get through. And it’s over 27 hours in length. I even tried to reference the Cliff Notes
Certified Cycler
The Pits – Whatever confidence I had on my way to class quickly vanished. Our first practice exercise was low-speed maneuvering, working the “friction zone” with the clutch and the brake to do slow, tight figure 8s. I had the
Real Rider
The Pits – My legs and lower back are sore after spending a few hours on a motorcycle. The Peaks – Class started at 7:30am, so I was up early to get there around 7:15am. We spent all morning practicing
Rolling On
You might’ve noticed that the Piccal looks a bit different. That’s because I’ve decided to move to a new server. This has required more work than you might think, because the previous version of the Piccal was based on ASP.NET
Pedal Through The Pain
The Pits – Traci took the boys to Nashville Shores, but they had to leave early due to rain. The Peaks – Yet another Biking In The Sun (#BITS), which seems to be this week’s evening activity. We still didn’t
Know Your Roll
The Pits – I rode my bike to Cumberland Transit today to get some new bike tires for Traci’s bike. On my way back to the office, I was riding on the shoulder of Wedgewood. A large white truck pulling