I put the new photo in above, along with a few other changes.  The reasons I put that particular photo in are as follows:

1.  I never understood what people meant when they said "bike porn."  To a certain extent I think I do now and that photo would fit the definition for me.  I objectify to a rather absurd degree that beautiful mixture of carbon fiber, aluminum and other stuff.

2.  I really want one of them and perhaps putting pictures of it will convince the powers that be at Argon that they should let me ride one.  (without charging me for it of course)

3.  I think it is really a beautiful object, maybe even for those who've not caught the wanna be big time bike racer's disease.

Dare I also add that I'd really like to get this too since it matches so well?

I write this from my parents couch while I should be back home in Pennsylvania.  I am not home in Pennsylvania because I am not very good at riding bikes, mis-judged a very innocent and non-dangerous turn and then went off said turn into a significantly less innocent and rather dangerous and angry ditch.  A ditch with big teeth made of rocks, one of which I struck with a great and powerful blow.  Sadly the rock-tooth shook off the blow and my ribs did not.  Four of them gave way, and also allowed something called a "pleural effusion" to open up which then required a chest tube to drain.  Chest tubes are not fun though I suppose it can be interesting to watch bloody fluid drain out of your chest through a tube inserted in your armpit.  It gets old after a rather short time though.
I learned a lot of new words like hemopneumothorax and flail chest, and that you can use the word "paradoxical" to describe the motion of your ribs, but generally only the broken ones.  But it has been a couple weeks and things seem to be coming along nicely.  Maybe someday I will be good at riding my bike around turns.  For now I still seem to excel mostly at riding in straight lines by myself.  And I am ok at going uphill.

I had a fun year last year on the bike except for that most recent incident.  I got dragged up to the Killington Stage Race (really, I still get super nervous about any race since it involves almost invariably going downhill with other people that I trust almost as much as I trust myself.  Which isn't much.) where I had a lovely time and managed to win the GC despite not winning any stages and almost getting crashed out in the 45mph sprint on the first day in which I was not participating.  But being the Cat.4 race, there's always shenanigans.  But that was fun, I got a nice pink jersey out of it and had a wonderful time with Goates, Alan Royek, Paul Frandsen and his lovely wife, Jonathan Marshall, the eldest Goates child and met some of the Round Here guys that I hadn't met before.

I managed to pick up another GC win at the Tour of Washington County in decidedly baby-baby fashion.  Finish in the front group (15th or something) on the first day's circuit race (while riding with a back wheel that I kept worrying about as it felt rather squirrelly and then realized at the end of the race that it was not tight at all in the dropouts...) win the TT by 40 seconds or so and then hang around the back end of the crit and not lose too much time there.  Now on to Cat. 3, should be fun.  My goal of racing with Goates is foiled again however as he has been forced to move up to Cat. 2 after a banner year and who knows if I will ever make that kind of leap.

So after finishing December with just under 1000 miles, many of which were logged on the trainer so I am almost tempted to count them double, I will probably miss most/all of January and start the year in incredibly bad shape.  Super.

By the way, I'd need a small in the Gallium Pro road frame and probably a medium in the E-118.  Just in case you need to check before boxing them up.

Thanks.