Between our pain(t) shop and our frame shop, there are currently 8 of us. What happens here other than building and painting bikes? Our domestic side? Here are our stats:
rode bike: 6 (59 round trip miles)
cups of coffee: 6
cups of tea: 1
other: 3 (mate, Coke, water)
bought lunch: 4
(HWFTW! hot-wok for the win!, lasagna, muffin, chicken burrito)
brown bagged it: 2
(Chicken sandwich, salami sandwich)
London Calling – The Clash
Pictures of You – The Cure
“I MADE OUT LAST NIGHT!!!!” – Greg
Return of the spaghetti bottle
I went, no kidding, probably a solid 2 years where nearly every single weekday I ate a water bottle full of spaghetti for lunch. Once in a blue moon I’d go to Proper Eats up the street, but otherwise spaghetti. Spaghetti and nothing else. Sauces varied from time to time, but for the most part I stuck to the red stuff. Red sauce, white noodles; it’s a combination that so rarely fails. (more…)
There’s this one descent I always gas-it down. It’s just easier to stay ahead of the traffic and it feels somehow safer to take full steam (Topanga). Its not too technical… some of the turns fall away from you, there’s a grip of cars and so it’s best to get ahead of them, and you’re generally between 40-50mph in the thick of it. Anyway, today… right in the apex of one of the fast fall-away turns there was a nice plop of sand that must of squished out of a construction truck. My front wheel was in it and leaned over before I could even think to change lines and swish… the front tire lost all traction…. and you know what happened next? Nothing. The front washed out.. and came back in and everything is fine. I’d love to say it was me…. but it was the frame (and maybe the tire pressure). I find that on this bike.. more than any other… that you can get yourself out of trouble just letting the bike work it out for you (and not panicking)… just for there being nothing silly about the geometry. Anyway…. my skin thanks you up there in Portland. I told myself I’d write this note when I got home. Just waiting for my b*lls to re-descend.
It’s just one of those special frames where you can let things get spooky knowing that there’s always a way to correct through it. Love that.
This picture has nothing to do with anything, really, but I quite like it. Andrew Borges took it, obviously. Thanks, Andrew! Also, thanks Half Fast Velo, for putting on another fun Gresham Crit!
Stephen Covey, of various Franklin Covey life organizational systems, died yesterday. My state of mind was such that, when somebody mentioned that fact at work, my first and only thought was ‘does this mean I can stop using my fucking day planner now?’ Despite being a mean and uncaring thought to have, it also doesn’t really make any sense. Stephen never personally pressured me into using his planners. He didn’t get down like that. Mr. Covey was cool dude, probably. My boss makes me use the planner, and he’s still very much alive, so I really had no reason to hope I was off the hook. (more…)
How do you transport seven people and one dog to lunch via bike when only you only have five bikes?
All we have to say is….
the kazoo parts are amazing.
Between our pain(t) shop and our frame shop, there are currently 7 of us. What happens here other than building and painting bikes?
Our domestic side? Here are our stats:
rode bike: 5 (31.5 round trip miles)
cups of coffee: 9
cups of tea: 3
bought lunch: 5
(pizza, pizza, mac n cheese, fruit and veggies)
brown bagged it: 3
(leftover pasta, salami sandwich, salad and hard boiled eggs)
“Is there a term for when you’re flipping through the radio stations and you hear something that sounds like a good jam…. but then a couple of minutes into it you realize that you’ve been drawn into Christian Rock?” - Sacha
Sometimes parents still really know how to shred…