If you ever find yourself in Portland, OR, you might want to stop by Zenger Farm and check out the sweetest chicken coop on two wheels. Last year, Patrick Barber, of the Eastside Egg Co-operative, contacted us for some tough, high-float wheels to go on a mobile home for the co-op's peep of free-range laying hens. The concept intriqued us enough to throw down a pair of hubs, Large Marge rims, and Endomorph tires for the new coop. Sacha White, of Vanilla Cycles, fabricated the sturdy forks. The assembly looks bombproof. Judging by the smiles on the chickens' faces, they…

How Sexy Is Too Sexy? I for one welcome our new insect overlords, and I'd like to remind them that as a trusted internet personality, I can be helpful in rounding up others to toil in their underground sugar caves. -----

On Wednesday, I towed six 102cm x 204cm (4' x 8') sheets of 19mm (3/4") tongue-and-groove plywood flooring to my house. The carpenter helping me with my remodeling project estimated a weight of 160kg (about 350 lbs). The salesman at the lumber yard thought it was closer to 180 kg (about 400 lbs). High-speed cornering and rad manuevers were kept to a minimum. Yesterday, I rode home from the office (about 25 km) with 4.9 meters (19.2 ft) of bike, trailer, and cargo (copper pipe, plumbing fittings, framebuilding supplies, CroMo tubing, and aluminum flat stock) averaging 25 kph with the…

Little Tyler was a strange boy. He liked to be alone, perhaps because his odd behavior earned him no friends. He ate dirt on a dare once when he was 4, and it was all downhill from there. He ate glue and paste and newspaper and ball bearings and anything else that would make people respect him, sort of, even if they didn't like him. One year his parents noticed that Tyler began acting differently after the season opener. He seemed more uptight, shorter tempered. He wasn't hungry either. At first his mom chalked it up to something he ate.…