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The Tiniest Sprinter

Hi, my name is Sam Nicoletti (though I believe it officially says "$AM" on my birth certificate)(I'd better ask my mom), and I love bicycles. I love to look at them and clean them and work on them and ride them and, most of all, race them, particularly when they're steel. I wear matching heart spangled spandex with all of my closest friends, Portland's Gentle Lovers, and we shred on bikes absolutely as hard as we can, or at the very least as hard as we feel like, which is usually pretty hard. As you know, almost everybody at every race does not win, but when the stars align and the barometric pressure is just right, sometimes we can switch it up. I've personally got jerseys for the state championship criterium and singlespeed cyclocross race hanging up in my closet, and my Gentle brothers and sisters have a lot more than that. It's a bio, so I'm allowed to brag on us some, right? Right! Anyway, while I'm not as OG as some of my teammates, I know that the Vanilla / Gentle Lovers relationship thingy (it's complicated) is old enough to be totally B.F. (before facebook). The history goes way back to milk money times, as I understand it, but the really important thing is that we're still tight, and I love the shop and the boys who make it what it is. I'm stoked to be writing here on Speedbloggen, and I hope I can entertain you! xoxo, The Tiniest Sprinter, a.k.a. $AM

May 5 | The Go-To List

Posted by The Tiniest Sprinter, May 28th, 2013 at 1:42PM

Thursday afternoon, while Paige and I were away from the house, Louis Pierre, the world’s most terrible companion beast, found a bottle of peanut oil that we hadn’t unpacked yet, and ate a bunch of it. He spread the remainder throughout the house, and just to be thorough, he stomped oily little footprints across all of the areas he had missed with his first bombing raid. At some point during or after his attack on the house, he yarfed up a few slicks of oil mixed with almost digested kibble in my bike room, and he created a large mystery puddle in the john.

This is not really relevant to anything; I just wanted to make sure he was properly shamed on the internet. The internet never forgets, Louis.

busted

Anyways, I’m back, and I missed this!

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Apr 4 | Trust

Posted by The Tiniest Sprinter, April 25th, 2013 at 10:29AM

I’m having the wood floors refinished in the house that my lady and I have just purchased. I know absolutely zilch about such tasks. Despite this, the contractor, a super friendly dude with the best intentions I’m sure, asks me to make a lot of decisions.

In thinking about that, I’m reminded of the first custom bike I ordered. (more…)

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Apr 4 | To Sprint or to Climb

Posted by The Tiniest Sprinter, April 9th, 2013 at 11:40AM

Sprinting is, and has always been, a passion of mine. It ranks right up there with Gameboy, Tremors, and wishing I could skateboard, which is to say, at the very top. Sprinting wins my sports heart.

Even when it all goes wrong

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Mar 3 | Trajectory

Posted by The Tiniest Sprinter, March 25th, 2013 at 3:48PM

Once upon a time there was a boy, and this boy was abducted by Pee-wee Herman disguised as an alien spaceship zoo thing. The boy then found himself transported through time into the future, where he got to meet young Tiny’s first movie crush, and he didn’t even try to cop a feel.

Sandra Bullock would be the only babe to topple her, in The Net

After that he saw some slimy Jim Henson muppets, went underwater, and probably learned a life lesson or something. Who knows. I certainly don’t, because all my detail memories of The Flight of the Navigator have long since been displaced by memories of Sarah’s extreme 1986 foxiness.

Anyway, I have a point here, I promise…

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