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The day may have been near-searing, the air dancing its shimmer over traffic and roof... but the night around me now gives up the secret with its crisp moonlit cool. Fall approaches, here in this land of falsely steady climate. Change. The clear, slightly-chilled skies bring promises of the Time of Telescopes; the winter stars begging to be studied, there just under the horizon. Soon, soon. I'm out in my back yard for a while wearing only the moonlight, glad to feel the little skin-shivers the algid air brings.

Staying too long just brings the amber-lit fencerails and telephone poles into focus, breaking the spell and surrounding me with Suburbia. So in I come, to tap away on my little terminal to the world. Sometimes it just takes until 3:30 to find inspiration, that's all.

( A shift, a method, and a plan. )

Big Blue (literally)

Pictures of the Bates riding suit being worn are now up.

In short: The jacket is wonderful, and works/fits/functions well. The pants were a good idea, but didn't pan out. Baters had to do new things for my size, and well... they've got a bit to learn in the huge-people-clothing arena. Things just don't always scale well. I may end up using just normal jeans and boots for commuting and save the full riding-pants for the long trips.

And yes -- I know that these things make a fat rider look even more huge. Embarrasingly so. It's downright freaky, in fact. Still... I'd rather be road-safe and mocked than pulpy hamburger after a low-side. So laugh-a while you can, monkeyboy! :)