An Itch to Scratch

All those times that I was standing in Poison Ivy and Martha would tell me to look out. Nothing ever happened. All those times Martha would end up itching and scratching so much from the slightest contact. Well, my years of impunity finally caught up. I don't know that it was actually Poison Ivy. Poison Oak, Poison Sumac. Poison something. It showed up last week after a ride. Butch thought he had a little too. A barely noticeable patch on my knee. Then a couple days later it moved to the other knee. Hmmm. Then just a hint on my shin. By the time I got some Benadryl to put on it, it had spread and intensified. When I put the Benadryl on it, it enflamed. Why? I don't know. What I do know is that it itched so bad last night I could barely think.
Went to the Health Center today. They couldn't say any better than I what it was. Probably Rhus dermatitis, the catch all for the family of irritant plants something something. They did say that we would be treating it aggressively and so I am. Steroid cream, steroid pills, Benadryl pills in the evening. I got the gamut. And you, Martha my dear, have a free "I told you so." Just don't rub it in. It itches too much.

Arts Festival and a Sunset

Went up to the Big O to visit the folks. We checked out the Summer Arts Festival downtown. I didn't find anything that struck my fancy and was affordable. Unless you consider a seven dollar gyro affordable. I did find this bottle down near Heartland Park of America. Not sure of its story.

Rolled back to Lincoln along with these clouds. They made their way past the Capitol just as the sun was beginning to sink.

24 Hours of Big Bear

Sam and I headed to West Virginia Thursday night so he could wrench for Cameron Chambers during the 24 hours of Big Bear. Our own endurance event followed. 17 hour drive. Friday morning we ate a gut bomb at the Waffle House outside Dayton that ended up fueling us for the rest of the day. Pulled into Big Bear around 2pm Friday. Set up camp and caught a little shut eye. The 24 Hours of Big Bear started at noon on Saturday and rolled on through Sunday noon. I took photos which you can see more of here. Afterwards we took down camp and headed back. We pulled into Lincoln exhausted. I am still getting back on track.
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Idle Cranks Are the Tools of the Devil

Apocolypse? Not so much. Zealots with poor attention to numerical detail's scare tactics? Slow news day filler? Omen producers and Slayer record execs marketing manipulation? A bit more likely.
In any case, those of us inclined to do so terrorized the neighborhood on

The Monkey Wrench Gang's Ride of the Devil