The Things You See – 6 -Sunsets & Sunrises


Interesting clouds on the pre-dawn horizon.
Sunset on the street in front of home.
I will never stop taking pictures of the mountain.
Camping, east side of Mt. Elden.
My favorite night light.
Trail Faeries day!
The view from the office is grand.
Another Trail Faeries day!
Riding off to go camping this past weekend in the first snow of the season. I may write a post about it soon.
With the first snow comes the return of the Fat Arctic Snow Snake!
Downtown sunset – Patience…
…pays off.


Be kind.

The Ongoing Struggles of Photographing my Artwork

I love and hate taking pictures of the things I make, especially when they are gifts. I love it, because I get to stare at it a while, in different lighting, and study this thing I’ve made, and really memorize it, because usually I’ll not see it again, at least for a long time.

I hate it, because I can never seem to take pictures that do it justice. But I’ve gotten better, largely due to a new camera and lens setup that gives me more manual control. This time, my problem was mostly lighting, which was my own darn fault.


So, a good family friend? Niece-in-law? Not sure how to put it? Anyway, she graduated high school, so I decided to make a graduation gift for her. For no apparent reason, I decided to make a pen, which is something I learned to do when I was in high school, and not something I do often. (The significance of this was lost on me until my sister pointed it out…) To dress it up a bit, I opted to make a nice case for it as well.


Have you ever had one of those projects that ended up going a different direction than you intended? You start off with something in mind, but due to materials, or tooling, or desire to do something new, it ends up miles away from what you had envisioned? Not to mention, way cooler?


Yeah, that happened with the case.

Focus on the front
Focus on the lid

The pen, and both the base and lid of the box are all cut from the same figured walnut board. The lid is mortised, with no joints. The pen groove is flocked. The whole thing is sanded to 1000 grit, then rubbed with steel wool and my finishing mix, then buffed with beeswax. What I love is that you can feel the texture of the figuring in the wood, something that is usually lost in sanding, but makes for a much closer, natural feel of the wood, in my opinion.


I could gush on for a while about this, so I’ll stop here. However, it’s not the biggest thing I’ve made, but it’s definitely one of the more fulfilling, and nicest things I’ve made. Between trying new things with it, and nailing everything on the first shot, I am very happy with it, and so was Autumn!


A man who works with his hands is a laborer; a man who works with his hands and his brain is a craftsman; but a man who works with his hands and his brain and his heart is an artist. ~Louis Nizer

Smell the Flowers

The trees are blooming in Flagstaff, and it smells amazing.


That is all.

City bus drag race, anyone?
Stitch and I found some snow on the way up to the first Trail Faeries trail day. There was more higher up the mountain. Last snow of the season?

I don’t have a bucket list but my bikeit list is a mile long.

Let’s Kick This Pig!

Don’t get lost in a colorful analogy, the pigs are ok. I don’t advocate any pig kicking, or any animal, for that matter.

So, Hi! I’m Kev, and this is my blog. A blog I’ve made to share pictures and tell stories about  what I’m doing about it. About what? Anything I want! Fair warning, there will be bicycles.

Walking Stick says hi!

In Lieu of a Car is to be my outlet, my way of sharing what I’m up to, and an extension of my previous blog, FlagPedals. I enjoyed Flag Pedals, but it was a little bicycling centric (Which isn’t bad!) so I felt that the type of content I could post was somewhat limited. This one is a little more free form.

Probably a good spot to turn around with Henry…

So, why In Lieu of a Car? Well, I’ve met more than a few people who question how I can live without a car, (It’s challenging and easy!) a few who think that not having a four wheeled vehicle is incredibly limiting to what you can do with your life, (It can be if you let it.) some who lump me in with the “jobless/suspended license/freeloader” crowd,(Some of these folks around town are inspiring!) and many who just call me crazy. (I am!) The thing is, a lot of what I do is striving to prove wrong everyone who’s ever told me “You NEED a car!”

Sure, there have been plenty of times that four wheels would have been darn convenient. Yes, I do catch rides with friends in their cars from time to time. But, given enough patience, pedaling  and profanity, I know that just about everything I’ve done with the help of a friend’s car, I could have done with a bicycle or motorcycle. I mean, I’ve moved a houseload of furniture with my bicycles, (Twice!) and ridden across the country a few times on motos. What, I’m not so much anti-engine, or even anti-car, I just prefer half the number of wheels.

My bikes take me places cars (And in some cases, motos) never will.

Obviously, bikes are a big part of my life.

That’s not to say that this blog will be nothing but cycling advocacy and motorcycle propaganda. I’ll also be posting up whatever cool things I’ve been doing or working on or whatnot.

Hanging out in camp.

So, why not Facebook or Instagram, like a normal person?

I’m not normal. I had a big long post typed up about why I want to delete Facebook, but I decided it was too whiny and ranty, for a first real post. The cliff notes of it are that I’m deleting it for my own mental health. I’m just not compatible with social media. So, blog!

Anyways, thanks for reading this far! I hope you hang out, or check back! I’ll be posting more as I write it or take pictures of it. Also, I’m still setting things up, adding pages, deleting pages, making messes, taking naps, the important things.

Take it easy.

You never have the wind with you — either it is against you or you’re having a good day. ~ Daniel Behrman





The Journey Begins

Here we go.


It is by riding a bicycle that you learn the contours of a country best, since you have to sweat up the hills and can coast down them…. Thus you remember them as they actually are, while in a motorcar only a high hill impresses you, and you have no such accurate remembrance of country you have driven through as you gain by riding a bicycle.  ~Ernest Hemingway