Winter cycling update (inspired by a conversation with Matthew yesterday): I’ve only skipped one day commuting (while sick), and I haven’t eaten shit yet. YES!
Took my bike to the shop for a five minute fix last night. “Sam, you’re gonna stick around and drink with us.” and so I did. For two hours. I love my bike shop.
More than that, I love my bike. Meg, you’re the best.
Two of my favorite things: cats and bikes!
My mom is bringing these two fools back home to Chicago tonight. I missed them. :)
Someone left this folded and half eaten piece of pizza at my pedal today, outside of a cafe. I’m assuming it was an offering to my beautiful bike. Thanks!
MAN, THIS IS GOING TO BE SICK. DITCH THESE BRAKES, MAKE IT A FIXIE, SNAG SOME NITTO DROP BARS, ALL SHIMANO COMPONENTS, BROOKS SADDLE, CHRIS KING HEADSET, CLIPLESS PEDALS, MAYBE SOME AEROSPOKES IN A SWEET COLORWAY … I JUST NEED A COUPLE THOUSAND DOLLARS AND I’LL BE SET.
FOR A FUTURE IN COMPETITIVE VELODROME RACING?
NO, TO LIKE … WALK IT TO PARTIES AND STUFF.
Well played, Animals Talking In All Caps. Well played.