Mornings of days off sure have a way of evaporating, eh. (I love that canadians ask for affirmation at the end of a sentence, eh)
All that is On the plate for the day and the rest of the week is going to be a lot of fun. BBW #24, Anita (greencard) Buggin’s beat about the city of brotherly love bike is on the drawing board and the tubes are pulled from stock or in transit to world headquarters here. I’m awaiting confirmation on the numbers and a file for the new logo I’ve sketched up from big brother Josh Budd (good enough to get me out of a financial pinch by putting down the money on the bike he was imagining as a christmas gift back in july) to cut the tubes but I think i’m pretty close to getting his beloved fit up right any how. She’s a tall ex tennis star at 5’9″ and a 32″ inseam and wants something good for getting around town. I figure the cyclo-cross route with a horizontal drop out for single speed duty and a bit of a heads up position for getting long city sight lines in traffic is the way to go and I may as well make someone with an athletic pedigree a bike that will be capable of maintaining performance when someone strong inevitably starts riding really fast and decides to change out the flat handlebars for drops. I’m opting not to use the over sized tubing I like on my frames for bigger stronger riders on this bike to see if there is any thing to the reports of a magical “planing” effect as a more flexible bike frame sways to your rhythm that the guys at Bicycle Quarterly magazine swear by.
C. the B Burger has her tiny little fixed gear and a big huge basket and fenders sitting in a corner of the work shop for installation as well. Not looking forward to this one as much as the new frame, riding without a bag and free of splatter sounds grand but the hardware for these contraptions when they are designed to fit any frame in the world(except tiny chinese fixed gears, I may have to do some drilling) looks like enough of a nightmare that I’ve so far gone the lazy route and threw the heavy bag on my crooked shoulders, put a cheap clip on fender on my seat post and got used to it. A number of the bikes I put out this year have threaded inserts awaiting slick and minimalist made to fit racks and fenders, one of those project eternally awaiting another week and another deposit.
As I write the window to knock out some of the work I’ve got today and still get out for a ride on the Bay Circuit Trail is closing but I have a week of riding for work ahead of me covering Croth’s Permit Run rather than Wednesday Thursday humping boxes and furniture in and out of abodes.
