So it happened a couple of weeks ago already… that Tucson Bike Swap thing. It’s not to be missed imo since it’s the largest bicycle garage sale you’ll ever see other than Denver and the VeloSwap… or Elsons on rare occasion. But, time has been flying and truth be told, I didn’t get to spend enough time there as usual. Indeed, I love the Old Pueblo.
As the swap went, there were sightings of our fearless leader, which was refreshing. He’s looking more like a cyclist-lawyer every time I see him. A good thing in these unprecedented times. I hope he knocks the shit out of em… whoever em are. Although it seems like it’s been years for some and maybe not so much for others, the heads of state in Tucson are doing well. The night ride on Friday was a freight train of the who’s who on trails that didn’t really seem like trails. That’s Tucson. The next day, I hit 4th ave at 6am and still got bounced to a side street. I don’t think I got the traffic that the Pro’s up on the front line had. Those bastids.
Moving forward, I finally retired from cycling after discovering how to do it properly. I sold my National SS Championship Jersey for $5 dollars to a couple of filthy dirty moms, whose daughters needed some good luck. And I said “Sure, this oughta work…” And I hope it does, but realistically, it will probably bring years of sorrow.
Dejay could have bought it if he’d only asked nicely.
Then I let go of some state championship fodder. More $5 dollar jerseys, some of Juan’s old cycling vhs vids… but not the Motorola jersey from 93. Remember those days? L.A. as a meaty WC and doping so far off the radar, anything was possible… I think I’ll keep that one. The rest, that have been racking up space in the basement and making my frequent inevitable moves, that much more time consuming, I hope it all goes to good use. It should. It needs to. Can’t be a clown without the color. Anything is better than being unused I say.
The evening following the swap began with a corona and a shot of Hornitos (or was it Patron?). The rest of the night was smooth. I saw lots of people, Kevin & Spring? No kidding. Everone from here and there. It was almost like DC wasn’t dead. Everyone was on form & good for the yuks, especially the non-locals who could let their guard down. No more, Mr Mad Dog!
I enjoyed a beer with Sad Cow and Melissa and Randy Hill and Big Jon. Benson was there with his iPhone. Everybody was happy and shiny. Such a good time. as it should be. There’s a lot of sun down there you know. Good for the Vitamin D synthesis. I can’t wait to go back.
The evenings B.O.B pics are here. I made it to four bars. I don’t know how many there were in all, but by the end of it, I was watching someone play Guitar Hero, then found my way back to la casa. A proper evening fullfilled.
December 6th, 2008 at 10:37 am
I love me some Tucson…