I wasn’t setting out to build a Nick Blades postcard triptych. It just worked out that way. A pattern emerging from the phantom nostalgia static.
Made one last week. And two more today. Then the triptych spoke to me, saying “one plus one plus one is three” and “take a picture it’ll last longer” A photo of a photo of a photo is a postcard somewhere in there.
Then I looked up Mr Nick Blades. As you may or may not know: baby’s in Reno with the vitamin D. In my nostalgia daze I forget that not everyone knows Nick Blades. And not everyone knows that Nick is Greg Lemond's nephew.
I’m going to mail the framed flip-off photo to Blades himself.
The Colonnades Blades & bike chatting up Buttercup will be mailed to Mr Wheel Fanatyk Ric Hjertberg. Because Ric knows Greg Lemond and it’s a small world afterall. It’s a small small world. Sincerely for real. Really.
The Blades seated at Monorail will be mailed to Ali because that’s 25 stage-left standing by near his Merckx eating noodles with chopsticks.
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