Just got back from the east coast swing, during which the rain fell the entire time. When I returned here to CO, it snowed. I think storms are following me around the country.
I didn’t get to ride when I went back east, but I did get a chance to visit my favorite shop anywhere, Rose Bike Shop in Orono, Maine. I hadn’t been back in a few years, and it was great to see the work area where I spent so much time developing as a bike mechanic and as a person…the owner, Jim, is a man of infinite patience and kindness, and he stuck with me through some tough times of that development.
Rose Bike was not the first shop I worked in, but it was the most important. Anyone who has worked as a wrench before can probably pinpoint those shops that were far more special than others, not because of the stock on the floor, but because of the people in the back. Rose Bike was that place for me. When I walked through the doors, what I felt was not nostalgia, but instead relief: what would have happened to me if I hadn’t worked there? Who would I be now?
Maine is an amazing place. I think it might be my muse…I camped at Acadia National Park for the night, and to hear the ocean only a few hundred yards away sure as hell beats hearing an alarm clock going off to warn you it’s time for work.
Since I didn’t have a bike, I did a fair amount of running. I ran up the park loop road in the rain at night when I first got there, and I happened upon this little rocky beach. I decided I’d wake up early the next morning to catch the sunrise from that spot and take some photos, and while the sunrise was pretty unspectacular, I ran down to the beach again the next morning and took some time lapse photos.
When I got back to CO this week, I immediately got sick, so I’ve still been off the bike, but I’m planning on riding tomorrow, and I tell you this because the only reason I have a working bike to ride is because of the kick ass customer service from FSA. I can’t tell you how awesome these guys have been, especially the man they call “Bianchi”, who sent a new post out to me right away. It’s refreshing to find good customer service like that, especially after having such a (continually) bad experience with my frame manufacturer.
The other excitement, for me anyway, is the fact that I now have a work area in my garage. Those of you who visited me in Flagstaff know I lived in a 425 square foot “house” (it was bright purple. I shit you not), and had no room to fart without knocking something over, so having a garage is a pretty huge novelty for me.
She’s a work in progress, but I love her.