<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694373431905654812.post8301677479699756117..comments</id><updated>2010-02-01T17:08:04.579-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on Blog of Ages: Want buns of steel?</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogofages.net/feeds/8301677479699756117/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1694373431905654812/8301677479699756117/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogofages.net/2010/02/want-buns-of-steel.html'/><author><name>Jeff Hebert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732306951663286466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694373431905654812.post-4621411872022730950</id><published>2010-02-01T17:08:04.579-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T17:08:04.579-06:00</updated><title type='text'>(My cat is stretched out in front of my keyboard) ...</title><content type='html'>(My cat is stretched out in front of my keyboard) Remembering Bikes\Couple of my buddies and I would ride from our neighborhood in to downtown Muskogee to the movies. About three miles. No one ever bothered our bikes.&lt;br /&gt;One trip we were racing to go over the little hill that led into town...my chain came off and i bounced across two blocks of front lawns, across a street  and thought I would die&lt;br /&gt;Then we managed a beautiful Schwinn black bike with a headlight and longhorn handles. KMust have ridden that 10,000 miles. Ah  bikes.  (and Trains)  B.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1694373431905654812/8301677479699756117/comments/default/4621411872022730950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1694373431905654812/8301677479699756117/comments/default/4621411872022730950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogofages.net/2010/02/want-buns-of-steel.html?showComment=1265065684579#c4621411872022730950' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.blogofages.net/2010/02/want-buns-of-steel.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694373431905654812.post-8301677479699756117' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1694373431905654812/posts/default/8301677479699756117' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694373431905654812.post-8788786040679260724</id><published>2010-02-01T11:10:33.615-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T11:10:33.615-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sounds like fun, George, but not until the snowpac...</title><content type='html'>Sounds like fun, George, but not until the snowpack clears. Even at 10 mph, bicycling lowers the wind chill substantially. Would definitely thin the herd, however.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1694373431905654812/8301677479699756117/comments/default/8788786040679260724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1694373431905654812/8301677479699756117/comments/default/8788786040679260724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogofages.net/2010/02/want-buns-of-steel.html?showComment=1265044233615#c8788786040679260724' title=''/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.birdsonawireblog.com</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.blogofages.net/2010/02/want-buns-of-steel.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694373431905654812.post-8301677479699756117' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1694373431905654812/posts/default/8301677479699756117' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694373431905654812.post-8555881745323768172</id><published>2010-02-01T10:12:32.395-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T10:12:32.395-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love to ride my bicycle, too, George, but I'm am...</title><content type='html'>I love to ride my bicycle, too, George, but I&amp;#39;m among the thinned herd when it comes to cold weather, which compared to Minneapolis Austin&amp;#39;s a wimp, too. I do well to force myself out, as I did this morning, when it&amp;#39;s 37 degrees to jog with my dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the Tour de France, when the organizers first included mountain stages, the riders who made it to the top yelled, &amp;quot;You murderers!&amp;quot;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1694373431905654812/8301677479699756117/comments/default/8555881745323768172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1694373431905654812/8301677479699756117/comments/default/8555881745323768172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogofages.net/2010/02/want-buns-of-steel.html?showComment=1265040752395#c8555881745323768172' title=''/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02874424610240391273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.blogofages.net/2010/02/want-buns-of-steel.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694373431905654812.post-8301677479699756117' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1694373431905654812/posts/default/8301677479699756117' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>