Friday, October 10, 2008

Manifest.

I buy it. I buy all of it. All of the enthusiasm and the comraderie and the joyful work ethic and the pride of effort. The builders and the brewers and the rest of us just going thru every day knowing that we inhabit a beautiful and secret place.

Today:

The free box at City Bikes where I found a 1960's Campy front derraileur and I went downtown for coffee and took it out of my pocket and was playing with it and crusty messenger Dumpster Dave was like "I have that same one on an old bike, but the cage is broken" and I gave it to him and his face lit up like a fuckin little kid.

The guy with huge mutton chops doing a block-long wheelie on a titanium mountain bike and as we passed I yelled out "Yeah, boy!" and he yelled back, "Awww, yeah!"

This autumn light.

Hufnagel's new cross bike gives me shivers.

I can't believe I'm here.
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"No, how you doin?"

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3 comments:

Jonny Hamachi said...

Watch for speed accesories on Tuesday. They will make you faster.

dirty and pink alley cat said...

did you happen to see your old frame at the handbuilt...it was rocking a custom cargo carrier at TCB Bike racks... Tad makes some interesting things...

oldschooly said...

How d'ya like your new whisper? Sure looks fast...not to mention your new Persols. Pimp.

Man, I wish I coulda made the trip. Oh, well. Next time I'll have to exhibit. Maybe the FMR will be on display someday.