In case I never post again...

I've been sick as a dog with a really special sore throat - the kind that has me whimpering like a kicked puppy every time I swallow - the last few days.  The fever and skeleton-splints (like shin-splints, but everywhere) broke yesterday evening -- happy happy joy joy -- but I still have so much pain swallowing that it's not funny.  All the regular stuff hasn't touched it, so it's time to resort to Down-Home Old-Timey Internet Recipes: Cayenne gargle.  Wish me luck.  

I can has tattoo!

Last year I realised that I've been cycling for a quarter century.  I wanted a tattoo to mark that... but what to get, when every bike would exclude some other sort of bike (even a "cogs 'n' chains" design would kybosh the penny farthing!)?  Eventually I settled on a bit of Science, the power formula for bikes, which describes how hard you have to work to overcome the various resistances I've resisted every week since I was eleven.
( Pics after the cut )