One... Two... Krampus is coming for you!

Ride, ride, you bike thieving little bugger!

No shit! This guy is freaking terrifying. Luckily, he's only in Austria. Z.Dwnder must be shitting his liederhosen. From what I know of this fellow he visits children he's Santa's poker pal and he visits bad kids and bike thieves with his winged (pronounce wing-ed) kangaroo. His tongue is really long and he has a whip. I can only speculate as to the studded cod piece, but it seems to fit the profile.

Krampus get time from hotty, simply with his tongue of lore.

He may not be popular with the kids, but once they hit college. Yeowza! On the hot chick note I recently saw a Canandian feature film called "Walk all over me". Leelee Sobieski played an unremarkable second bill to Leelee Sobieski's Taa Taa's who really stolle the show with an over the top performance.

I may have absolutely no bike news. If I were to really scrape the bottom of the barrel I might mention that after some rain and warm weather I decided to take my not-so-winter, not-at-all beater bike out to check out my new wooded digs (my new pad is backed against 1000's of savage forest). So, I notice a little tweak in the hanger. So, I gives it a wee tug and the f**ker snapped right off. That was all of 00:02:34 into my first winter ride. I'm glad I didn't stay home and surf Estonian MILF taco with that kind of luck. Some equipment is not as replaceable as a derailleur hanger. Here it comes... Yeowza! I went out anyway on the old SS, but I'll be honest with you. If you get even the least bit of ice there's no hope without staying in the saddle and gearing down. Makes icey climbs a no go.

My internet service has been spotty at best, so I got nothing, really. I guess I'll leave you with this.