Brian: You know that doesn’t really do anything when you shout like that.
Me: I know, it’s mostly for myself.
Brian: Fair enough…

Took me forever to get around to posting this, but I used the built in camera in the monitor plus a program called Gawker that takes still captures at predetermined intervals (every 5 seconds for this) to make this video of me striping and then rebuilding my new fixie. The explosion sound at the [...]

I had a dream last night about my friend Jeff. In it, Jeff and I managed to win some sort of prestegious science and innovation competition (which means he did all the work and I came up with a fancy name for our creation). Anyway, we won the competition and were gifted several [...]

(Written: Saturday, October 27)

Midnight rides are generally fun. Generally. Which is what I thought when I set out twenty minutes ago. Despite it being actually midnight, and thus dark, the full moon was directly over my head, bathing the entire road in a nice blue light. As I set out I [...]

Spent the weekend in Chatham with Greg and Astrid. We hung out, drank a lot, watched the clouds pass, you know, the normal stuff. Oh, and this…

Warm up suit.

Wait for it…

Have at thee!!

BLARGG!!!

Photos by Astrid.

Yesterday, Greg and I were in the beautiful town of New Lebanon (not to be confused with the nearby Valley of Speed) visiting one of his clients, for whom he was designing a logo. We ended up at a wonderful little cafe/mini-golf/meeting place/golf tutoring complex all under one roof called the Triple Nickle.
If you’re [...]

In our never-ending quest for more speed, Greg and I returned to the Valley yesterday for some Big Block action. In an effort to get a different visual perspective than the the last time I brought a camera there, I dragged my big camera along for the ride, complete with Lensbaby. The results, [...]

Many wonder if Sniff This lives full time at the Dodd farm, or if he has a lair or a cave somewhere and was raised by bears. A certain sect of Falcon Ridge-goers believe that he is the manifestation of all the mischevious thoughts of the whole folk world. Well, the intrepid, award-winning [...]

Now that I’m back in the land of mattresses, nutritious eating habits, and bathing, I find myself being asked how it was that I got to be so sunburned this weekend. With child-like exuberance, I tell the asker about the magic of Falcon Ridge, the dance tent, Colorado Wraps, and cheese balls. But [...]

Tomorrow morning, I embark on a strange and wonderful journey upstate to the 19th annual Falcon Ridge Folk Festival.  These are the four days of the year when the Batman to my Bruce Wayne gets to come out and play.  Yes, from Thursday until Sunday evening, I will be Sniff This, court jester of our [...]