


Yep. The Lane-ster is seven, which is pronounced see-Yet'-tay around these parts. So during the weeks leading up to her big day, Laney ensured by regular correspondence that we (her parents) would not forget, or worse, mismanage/mis-plan this momentous event. So, like a seasoned General Contractor for This Old House, she laid out schedules, flowsheets, diagrams, and sketches for the event and for the cake. The theme for the cake? A shark. A detailed blueprint was submitted to the Parental Board nearly a month in advance. So rising to the challenge and recognizing the size of this project, Ang focused on Shark Authenticity for the cake. So after some excellent baking work, some reclarification of mission objectives, and some skilled frosting application, Ang created the Shark De Authentique... complete with tannish skin, scary eyes and white shark teeth, and of course, a red-velvet "bloody meat" interior. It was breathtaking, on so many levels (in fact, I'm feeling another wave right now). As you can see here, the resemblance to a real dead shark on an aluminum slab is uncanny! All in all, it was a fun day, and each day since then, Laney has reminded me, "hey Dad, I'm still seven everyday!"
To fully honor Laney's special day, I thought it appropriate for us to get a new family bike to ride around. (And by us, I mean "me"... and by family, I mean "personal"... and by around, I mean "to work most of the time.")
So here it is, the '07 Husqvarna TE-250. So these days, I ride around for a living. Yes, riding is my career now. Besides that, it just so happens that my ride occasionally (and by that I mean daily) stops by this place I like to call "my place of employment" to which they pay me a paycheck for my professional riding career. Sometimes I stick around the "place of employment" for 10 hours, but it's just part of the rider thing... it has nothing to do with that "job" that people think I have. Yep. I swear.