This post is exclusively for the “BunnyMan”. Everyone else can stop reading immediately. Here is the Monocog I found in the basement. I almost forgot this thing existed. As you can see I need a grab bag of goodies to make it even more rad than it already is.
First off, that cog belonged to my wife and was ridden in Sedona where a bunch of teeth was kinda the standard. That said, we need to make this thing work for my daily commute. The only permanent part is the seat. For $2 at the Flagstaff goodwill i found this genuine “Trans Am” embroidered leather seat. That is a keeper.
Make it rain, I will sit by the mailbox waiting.
It has also been awhile since the namesake has gotten any web time, here you go buddy.
Mint chip outfit on Angie and Aaron’s back porch. Disregard the bottle of bourbon.
In the back it’s Mina (baby) and Angie (one of our hosts, Sarah’s college roommate). Again, disregard the bottle of bourbon.
That is Aaron, Angie’s husband and a man who appreciates a fine bottle of whiskey.
Now, it isn’t often that I get to see a group of women that haven’t seen each other since college. I guess it is customary to drink just a little too much and put on homecoming dresses. I learned a lot about women on this trip.
We also participated in the 
Standing next to Sarah is Cat, over her right shoulder is Tim. These fine folks took us under their wing so that we wouldn’t get lost, hurt or abducted on the mean streets of Minneapolis. 
Claudianna knits up a storm! She made matching hats for Mina and Alice. Wagon ride, matching hats, life is pretty good.
On second thought, maybe I’ll return it and let her go back to sleeping in the dresser drawer. Dark, quiet, and perfect for afternoon naps.