I stumbled upon this photo of Peter’s bike. I took it after he let me ride that Serotta for a bit on the Burke-Gilman on our way home from Mad Fiber HQ in 2011. We paused at this point so he could get his bike back because it’s where I would dogleg left-right on up to the U Bridge and roll south. While he continued east on the Burke.
A Mad Fiber commute passed this point twice a day.
These photos were taken right where 7th Ave NE plows into the Burke Gilman, between the Benjamin Hall Interdisciplinary Research building and the Publication Services Building aka the Mailing Services’ Mothership (that’s where I work these days)
Those are 27" wheels on my Shogun singlespeed. As heavy and slow as the day is long. I'll be riding them home tonight, slowly, uphill, in the rain, in the dark.
Those are Mad Fiber tubulars on Peter's Serotta. Light and responsive and rather expensive. They're probably in a landfill somewhere as we speak.
14.583 years ago feels like a really long time ago, a couple-three lifetimes in carbon fiber years...
A wise woman once said, “there’s more than one way to get to Safeway.” My local store recently had Rainier 12-packs at $13.99 and Rainier 18-packs at $14.99. What’s a man to do? What would you do? What do you think I did?
At a very large Thanksgiving gathering in Grays Harbor County there was a hosted bar. When I made my way through the line I said, “I’d like a beer please” and the host said, “we have Coors Light and Rainier.” What’s a man to do? What would you do? What do you think I did? On my third trip to the bar, the host pointed at the cooler and said “dig in, just help yourself.” Of the 120 people in attendance I believe I was the only person drinking Rainier and I did my due diligence, chipping away at a couple cases of cans in the cooler. As you know three little Rainiers add up to less than one big IPA.
Another other weekend I took Junior-Junior & friend to a UW Basketball game. After I set them up with concessions I got in the beer line for an over-overpriced tall can of Lush IPA. When I got to the cashier she asked for ID, then not even looking at my date of birth, she eyed the ID photo then me then back to the ID and said, “the haircut’s not cutting it…” I said nothing then she said “my husband started going bald when he was 19” Nearly two weeks later I’m still not exactly sure what’s up with the haircut, cutting it or not cutting it.
I met a non-dairy creamer Explicitly laid out like a fruitcake With a wet spot Bigger than a great lake Took me to the new church And baptized me with salt She told me, "liquor" I am a new man
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I walked into the house of miraculous recovery And stood before king everything And he asked me to join him in the red wing Took me to pie land Said, "I'm a thigh man" I will be eternally hateful
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This one is on the house This one is better than ever And this one is on the house This one is better than ever This one is on the house This one is better than ever
