Faster Becky

Jeez, it's been ages. Sorry, you legions of fans. Thing is I haven't traveled anywhere, other than the odd bridge tower, a couple of rooftops, some really strange bars in alternate dimensions, and that uncomfortable and rarely visited place where theory and practice collide. (They have a McDonald's there now. Depressing.)

But I'm about to start updating the Seattle guidebook for Lonely Planet, so I'll be heading up north a bunch in the next month and a half or so. Not particularly exotic, you say? Patience, doubters. All the normal stuff goes in the book; I'll save the good bits for you guys.

Meanwhile, please note my new nickname. My brother and sis-in-law had a kid, Clara, by all accounts the most adorable child who ever was born. And because Aunt Becky is the sister of Clara's dad, in Swedish my title is now Faster Becky. (As opposed to Moster Becky, the sister of Clara's mom. Still pretty cool, although I might be spelling it wrong.) This nickname coincides handily with my recent, possibly insane decision to race vintage motorcycles this spring. (More on that later, but suffice it to say that the nickname is optimistic; I mean really, I cain't hardly get any slower.) Anyway, can't wait to meet the little tyke, but for now, here's a picture.