It's an amazing museum in Pittsburgh, dedicated to classic bikes, mostly cruisers from the 1950's/60's. It's a little west of the Mexican War streets on the north shore, in an old industrial area. Ironically probably the least bike friendly section of Pittsburgh I've seen.



You can tell it's kind of like the basement at Rick's but somehow they found some money to arrange them very nicely.

The random rare bikes they had were insane. They had a 5 seated tandem from the Monkees, a mountain bike with a single sided fork, a bike someone rode literally around the world, and this street-legal fiberglass tricycle car that allegedly got 100mpg in the 1980's.

The weirdest part of the whole museum were the non sequitur jokes scattered around the building. For example. there was a baby doll in a cage with this sign attached.







Or this dummy in a trunk.



Or this neon hippie-bike-part-dance-party room. Which starts blasting this eurodance song "God is a woman" as soon as you walk in.

We went over to the hotel my family was staying at for a festivus celebration and some Christmas cookie decorating.

The designs stayed pretty abstract.

Congratulations to my sister Emily on graduating college magna cum laude from Duquense. It's almost impossible for me to believe that I only have one sibling left in school.

As seen on the wall in the Burchfield Penney.

I got (e:Paul) to go on a walk with me on one of our Fridays off. I was hoping to see a wall of lake effect snow over the southtowns like you see in the super dramatic pictures, but it was more like a distant band of grey.

In order to get into city Hall now you have to through airport style security and take everything out of your backpack for a scanner.

Later Paul and I walked over to lunch at Casa Azul on Genesee. it's in the same fake shipping container building where Dog E Style was before. The one vegetarian okay was taco and way overpriced, but they also served this amazing hot drink that tastes like vanilla pudding.