I rode this weekend. I rode about 300 yards.
Mainly though, I got my two-wheeled fix down at Joes’ Bike Shop (www.joesbikeshop.net). Joe had to attend a wedding this weekend, which means he loaded up the family in the Dazed and Confused van, washed and ironed his dress shorts which are the pair what has the zipper that stays up, and away he went to Tampa. I thought Pete/Huck Shins could use a hand dealing with the general public so I put on a dirty t-shirt and headed down to Lake Ella, finest retention pond south of the Mason-Dixon.
I’m just ordinary as far as mechanicking goes, but when it comes to selling bikes and talking to crazy people, my blood gets going and I was in a selling mood.
Imagine my surprise to see Ed Miller wrenching around back there. Ed is Joe’s Alumni 1991-1998, or something like that. If Joe’s had a softball team, the bench would run way deep. Nearly every mechanic who ever worked there, pitches in on a Saturday for old time’s sake. When was the last time you revisited an old employer to work for free, you know, because it was so much fun?
All day long it was punk rock, cheeseburgers, and “remember whens”.
For the record, that Ed sure does have the phone skills, just nice as pie all the time.
Great times, and I sold a bike.
I watched some road racing yesterday, Milan-San Remo, and as I clicked onto the race a rider was lying in the road, out cold or dead, does anyone know if he survived?
And Pete just called with car trouble, so I’m out of here…
what did you do over the weekend?