what was that? is that all there is? who is this? this is it.

What was old is new again. That which we call a bike swap by any other name would smell as stale as a Mickey's roadmaster fashion accesory rookie strap.  One man’s scuffed-up-carbon-fiber-stress-riser may or may not be another man’s I’d-buy-that-for-fifty-five-dollar    however it could be just the thing if the price is right and the patina is pretty a pair of perfect platform pedals used gently and adopted into a family of five setting off a trickle down handmedown action as if the older sister got a new pair and down to sister younger go the old or maybe could it be  an NIB   NOS pair of Shadow Conspiracy pedals in baby blue  loose balls genetically programmed to BMX in Woodinville or Bothell but somehow able to hold out collecting dust on the shelf staying true to their gut feeling being born to push a cargo bike on the streets of Seattle and finally the heartwarming story of an XT thumb shifter circa 1989 born again to be clamped to an FSA Metropolis handlebar soon to steer a CETMA largo cargo       bike.

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here's to old photos, old bike parts and old memories of swapping out the quill stem on drop bars three times in one afternoon punctuated by brief test rides and scrap wraps of electrical tape and cutting cable housing too short. AND It's always good to run into Dr. 37 Mike.

Here is to a whole bunch of somebody else's stuff, sure I guess I need one of them japanese digital micrometers and shoes for shelley. the pleasure is all mine, I will try to see you again before 2190 days pass again to pick up my newest pilderwasser t-shirt straight from the source.

the sweet potato curry is alive and kicking, kicking ass at the Elysian, vegan and add chicken for four dollars. Before 2190 days pass I should have my hands on a fresh batch of T-shirts and I'll put out an APB so you can get your hands on one.

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