Sprung!

Sprung!

Finally. A warm day here in the Country's jerk capital (jerk patties that is). I broke out the bike and rode to work today, or as I like to call it, "ruining a good pair of pants", or "riding the rubber", or "staring into the maw of death" or, well... I could go on but why bore you. I've already tried BBQ'ing. Got as far as some decent sear marks on one side of a piece of beef, then ran out of propane. WHY? Why must the gods of liquid gas taunt me so?

Because they're jealous of my awesome grill, that's why. Better days to come, no doubt.