So I went into my LBS the other day (as I do all too frequently) and Jason, the mechanic/owner, looks at me in a very concerned way and says, "Dude, how's your bike?"
I can only assume that since I walked in empty handed that this time he thought I had wrecked so badly that there were no remaining parts large enough to carry in. At the time however, this didn't occur to me and I just shrugged and told him that I needed a few tubes after hitting a few of the rocks in Hartshorne a bit too hard.
He nodded understandingly, pulled a few boxes from the back, and started ringing up the tubes. I passed him my card and as the machine was processing the sale, he says casually, "So...are you gonna be upgrading that road bike of yours anytime soon?"
That's a good mechanic. And probably a better salesman.
He knows me, he knows my bike(s), and he knows when the two don't exactly match.
So, I tell him that yes, I am looking to get a better ride sometime soon...something with a carbon fiber frame, I think.
"Nice," he says. "Have you considered Giant?" And then he grabs the 2007 Giant catalog, opens it up right to the page with the specs for Rob's new hotness.
Small world, huh?
Who are we? A group of four adventurers of varied and storied pasts thrown together through a series of events so interwoven that it would make your mind cease to function. We race. For fun. And because we lack the gene that enables self-preservation.
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Photo from before the Cradle Of Liberty
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We're winning the lotto when?
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