april is the cruelest month

Okay, last post on the build, I promise, but I’ve never had a custom bike built before, so forgive me if I’m a bit giddy. It’s not every day you receive magic beans from Sabrosa Cycles.

Well, giddy and very very frustrated. More on that in a minute.

Jon’s parents drove the frame up from St. George and dropped it at Racers. His folks probably had other business up here, but I like to think they made the trip for me.

So I took the old Rig (okay, it’s 6 months old, but still) on some very nice (and steep as hell) new singletrack in Provo with Rick, Kenny, and the Orem lunch gang, who kindly waited for me every 100 yards or so. And then I took it to a car wash, powerwashed it (maybe the only time it’s ever been cleaned), picked up some pizza for the shop, and went to spend the afternoon with Racer while he made art functional.

It’s like an Imaginarium in there. Or something like that.

Kenny joined in the action.

Racer working his brake magic:

Racer is like Tim Taylor’s neighbor–you don’t get to see his whole face.

And here’s the bike in my garage–putting it in the house just seemed excessive:

I would have taken a nice shot of it next to a bush or something in my yard, but nature intervened.

Here’s my driveway this morning. April is the cruelest month.

Advertisement