Monday, February 18, 2008


The North American Handmade Bicycle Show staged in Portland, Oregon was rejuvenating. I don't think I have been this stoked on any bike show; except for maybe, my first bike show in Philly in 1995(that was when I had a Yo Eddy that was my roadbike, commuter, cyclecross, cruiser, fixie etc. etc. etc. and I would miss lunch to buy parts). Yeah, for you young'ins there actually use 2 b a bike show on the eastcoast and there use 2 b a show in Chicago, as well. That was when Bobke still raced bikes for real and Paula was every mountain biker's dream.
Anyway, as I sat here drinking a bottle of wine and listening to Jane's Addiction going down memory lane. (the song was "sex and violence") and I thought O.J. really should have died.
I really didn't have much to say about the show because I realized what made me fall in love with the whole artistry of the industry was still alive and well. Even if the things that were underground and counter culture are mainstream now. The quirky, individualizm of the industry and the culture still allows me to believe that cycling could have saved Jack Kerouac on the road 2 enlightenment. Rock on freaks.

Thursday, February 14, 2008


Happy Valentine's Day to all, especially my Babycakes.

These hearts were found in Washington state on our trip to the great northwest last week.