I have been thick into the dream and as about the daily I am living proof that you can make anything not suck, or suck, depending. I had always lamented the course of my work, but why? My ideas are on a passage of concretion in my mind. It has taken decades yet I have hopped from the saddle of contempt to begin again in Service Course work; this time without denying it’s fascination regardless of the social contempt and disdain there always appeared to be. As a result, I am religiously stoked on my work, and the minds I get to work with. And the bikes I get to tune and the bikes I choose to ride. Subversion has a posse in this way.
Here is the report from my insides.
The Coal Miner is there in toose pics and I will make note. That frame if his is a n early era Bridgestone MB-2. It’s early era due to the 26.8 seatpost. He had stripped it, revised the stays, donned the fork, and made his own riff on Peterson’s base piece of production. A splendid thing to witness every time: a crafted revision and a fresh idea set free.
I had recently acquired a 2017 Transitional TransAm 29 hardtail in my sweep of the city-town day after day. It is advanced being from the PNW yet still details some emanation from circa 2010. I have loved it and it is an abusive relationship. The simple matter is that the modern mtb has solved the issues of comfort and safety unlike we had imagined. This hardtail actually sucks to ride unless we call it a flat bar gravel bike.
which is the perfect ride for post work beers. And from it, comes quality. I find myself on the steps for a long hour because I have no other life, and I love this on. And I hear the town denial. The emotive of lives. I, a part of i, I guess…
I begin to rest. For the sum of it. For seeing it some 28 and 15 years prior a now to be here. I had denied so much as if I hated from within, all the grace of a good world; or the slivers that remains of this good world. Not anymore. Here is me biking and wishing you were biking too, but on your own ride, too.
