Madness of all kinds

So I dropped by Core bike shop today, while not in class. Still fucked over because of the flood, but Chris still greets with a smile and handshake. Even when the ceiling, floor, and walls are torn up, and the place looks like a biohazard quarantine.

So we're talking, and I mention I am still waiting on a frame from Specialized (Come on, Spez, get it together! You've been shipping 09 frames since November!), so what does Chris do? Grabs his Norco 250, asks me if I want to take it for a spin. Now this isn't just any spin, he tells me to go cruise around for a few hours and get rad, do some long fakies on his freecoaster, hell take the entire afternoon on it. I mention I have class, he asks if I have anywhere safe to put it during class.

Now you're probably missing the full significance of this. Chris lends me his personal bike to someone he KNOWS is hard on wheels (who do you think deals with my wheels? Only the best) at the best of times, who he KNOWS hasn't ridden in a few months, who has no experience with a freecoaster whatsoever. He lends his bike out for a few hours, itending me to ride it like I'd ride my own (but obviously not as well). Amazing or insane, you choose.

I had a blast, rode really fast, rode a new spot (very badly), and when I gave the bike back, my palms were aching for the first time this year. Bam. Can't wait until I've got a bike to ride, and until the Bike show.


Signs the apocalypse is upon us....people are now weighing their clothes. T1's little joke could not have come at a better time.