Haven’t said anything here in some time. I am still here, riding, racing, designing, building, lucky enough to eat well and have a fine woman by my side. I like that the youth are finally motivated to excerpt there right to civil disobedience for anything more than the the local sports team but I have been too busy to see much of what it is up with the crowd down in Dewey Square here in Boston. God love’em for trying to get the message across that there futures had been commoditized and sold off before they could get there hands on it.
I’ve an early bus to catch for Portland, ME for the Bikeman/Casco Bay Cyclocross in the morning after finally catching the Cyclo Cross bug this season. I had a great time racing and displaying my wares at The Providence Festival of Cyclo-Cross last weekend despite finding out that my best efforts don’t produce nearly the results they have in the past, the CAT 3s in New England are ridiculously fast this year.
Funny thing about the small clientele that has sought me out to build them a truly unique custom bike, a huge percentage of them are engineers, logic minded folk for whom describing what made this expression come across my face
Photo E. Baumann
is completely useless without a diagram.
