Skippin’ March 2, 2009
Somewhat regrettably, I stayed home rather than taking the journey to Indy for the hand made show. I say it was a regrettable decision not because I missed out on an overwhelming array of overly tricked out bikes in such volumes tat were I to be struck blind on my way leaving the convention center, I’d have been sated in my viewing to hold me over the rest of my days. No, more so because of the folks attending, some of who I realised at short notice of their attending, some of who I knew would definitely be there, and one person in particular that I had tentative plans to meet up with. But given a hectic schedule of travel and not too much less busy here at home, I just couldn’t justify another five day trip.
Let’s start with news at home. Hardly noticeable to the human eye, but affirmed by the calendar, spring is due sometime relatively soon. In my profession, even in dire economic times, that means work will start. It’s been a good few months of fun-employment, but actually having an income again would be nice, so I had a meeting or two, however informal to procure a job at my old digs: Bicycle Therapy. Next, Nathalie and I have found a new house and execute the lease for April 1st, in spite of the date this is no joke. We’re looking at twice the space as our current place with a rent of less money than we are paying now.
But let’s mention spring again. Speaking of it will bring it about sooner. Riding has been spectacular. Brendan and I hit the trails down in Delaware, Nathalie and I hit the trails here in town on a freak sixty degree day, and yesterday we joined close to twenty others on a perennial series of rides known as the Spring Classic. It was cold, no lie. The ride traversed streets, single track, and multi-use paths all over Philly with some good, hard efforts thrown in.
In travel news, I went up to NYC to visit the Rapha crew up there and to attend Rapha’s event at Signature Cycles of unveiling the Timothy Everest cycling suit. The event was very nicely done, and Slate brought out a lot of the 2009 spring line which was nice to see.
Rich Bravo, my beloved host, joined Mr. Everest, Geoffrey his P.R. guy, and Slate for a few drinks afterward. Apres that rendezvous, Bravo and I made our way back to Brooklyn to close down a different bar. We spent our time there concocting heinous drinks which dashed our next day’s plans of a good, long ride with woozy legs and deafening hangovers. After meeting a friend for coffee, I spent some time in the park riding around trying to get my head clear, never mind what state of wreckage my insides felt like. New York, New York.
