Just want a bike that handles like a brand new stock bike, but doesn't look like one. Is that too much to ask?
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Fear Of Marriage
Monday, May 2, 2011
Sunday, May 1, 2011
My Bike Signed A Lease
Crammed my bike into the back of Landman's Hatch/Wagon.
Double-parked in Jay Z's hood to grab some cones. Matt was bummed that he didn't have the prescience to order the Cherry-Dipped. Fool got cheated.
No. 9
Larry is putting the finishing touches on his Hi-Comp Peugeot. It's a good sign when the rear tire can't get enough grip to turn the motor over.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
The Flagpole Has Gotten So High
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Friday, April 1, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Bi-Weekly Salon Appointment (Sunday Edition)
Today, while I was aimlessly wandering around the LES ogling the girls in their jeggings, I received a "What up?" text from Matt. It seems he was also in the LES, but he was waiting for his bi-weekly hair-cutting salon appointment. His hairdresser was backed up, so Matt had some time to kill. After passing each other on the sidewalk three times, we grabbed some Spanish lattes and headed over to Self Edge.
Now I'm perfectly happy with my $40 Made-In-Mexico Levi's, but it's always nice to pretend to be a potential customer in a fancy Selvedge Denim Store. This is definitely where the other other-half shop. Most of the jeans were in the $300-and-up range. That's way beyond what I'm willing to spend on a single pair of dungarees. This is the kinda place with no cash register. They sit the customer down in an antique chair on the business end of a heavy wooden desk, (kinda like they're applying for a loan) and in hushed-tones, the sales agent presents the final bill. I actually never heard anyone say anything. Except of course for Matt and I, who were squawking about how great California is, while we unfolded all the $500 work shirts and pushed aside actual customers from the only mirror to get a look at ourselves in denim jackets we had no intentions of purchasing.
Then we ran into Allen, Matt's friend who actually used to work at Self Edge. He's since moved on to a bigger and better job in the Clothing Industry, but Self Edge still occasionally employs Allen because no one else knows how to operate the chainstitching machine. Apparently, fancy selvedge shops custom hem all the jeans to each customer. Allen told us that he was the only one that bothered to ask the Dominicans that previously used the machine to teach him the in-and-outs. It's not as easy as it sounds. Allen's hands moved only with deliberate and necessary motions. He says it makes him feel better about not being able to wrench on cars since moving from Cali.
Saturday, I spent all day shaving and filling my new swingarm frame at Walter's shop. I love Walter. He let's me use up all his Argon and grinding discs, and doesn't yell at me or anything. Here he is doing what he does best: Scaring Chinese families.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Phil Collins Was In That Band For 2 Months...
Spring is here, but the weather ain't co-operating. There's supposed to be 2" of snow tomorrow - just in time for me to get kicked back outside to Eastchester for work. Don't know how much longer I can stand taking the Cross-Bronx bus with the mothball/stale-lunchbox smell of everyone's winter coats.
Take Me Down To The Hospital
I've been in NYC for a year now. Although I've performed a perfect 180 on my career, hammered down, and put more than just 3000 miles between me and my past, it still feels no easier than when I first arrived.
The hardest part has been the lack of means to make things with my hands. I look at people around town going on with their lives completely oblivious to this compulsion. Sometimes I wish I could think like them. I wish I didn't want a garage. I wish I didn't want a lathe. (Seriously, why the fuck would I want something that weighs 800lbs and is a bitch to move?) Normal people don't give a fuck about a welding machine. It makes my brain hurt sometimes. I've made some true friends over this last year who understand my affliction. They let me make messes in their shops, but it's still not the same as having your own.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Sunday, March 13, 2011
BK Sunday Dick-Around
Headed out to Brooklyn today for our weekly Window Shoppers/Vietnamese Sandwich Eaters Club meeting.
Super-Secret Vietnamese Sandwich-Maker Place pretending to be a Chinese Restaurant.
Then, we un-wittingly crashed Second Stroke's Grand Opening Party. I think, maybe. I'm not sure. Maybe they just drink champagne everyday. Who knows?
Here's Matt helping himself by rummaging through all of their merchandise/backstock, completely oblivious to the Second Stroke dudes trying to operate a business. Maybe it's a California thing. Also, Matt made the mess on the couch.
The cops don't like it when you race down the street with no helmet.
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