NAHBS 2013


Well, after years of wanting to go, I finally got to attend the North American Handmade Bicycle Show, and it was worth the wait. Started in 2005 by framebuilder Don Walker, NAHBS is an annual trade show featuring bespoke bicycle framebuilders and accessory manufacturers. This year, with the show right down the road in Denver, it was easy (and cheap!) to finally attend this fascinating assembly of bicycle lovers and creators, both new and old alike. I spent several hours at the Denver Convention Center yesterday, ogling the bikes as well as the crowd. I was able to shop for my next pair of hipster glasses, got tattoo inspiration, and learned that wallet chains are still cool, in addition to…

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Flagstaff


Let's talk about rarities. It's rare that an individual discovers his passion at five years old; it's also rare that an individual follows that passion through high school, against great odds and bias. It's rare for an individual to love a thing, a sport, and a place so much, and yet wait 36 years for him to finally call that place home. I've done those things, and yesterday was a validation of all of it. Yesterday, Brenda & I volunteered for the USA Pro Cycling Challenge. First off, let me say it was all Brenda's idea, and mad props to her because I never would have volunteered otherwise, and may have skipped the event altogether, save to watch the peloton…

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That Awful Day


In memoriam, I'm reposting my September Eleventh Account. I'll save my Armory story for the decade anniversary, a story I have never actually gotten out of my head, but should; but I would like to say something here: The flags and ribbons are showing up again, along with imaginary controversy, xenophobia and hatred, much of it for political gain. Once again, the annual reminder of how we have lost our way. I remember the day after the day after The Day (September 13, 2001), because that was the day we all went back to work in Manhattan, a day when people were all "oh no, after you, go ahead" in the coffee line at the corner deli; there were no…

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