Hand out the cigars. I not only handed in that critical paper I've been whining about last night, I also picked up my new baby. That color means it's fast. It's from a super fantastic shop in Babylon, Long Island. To get to the shop from the city, you have to take all those bridges and roads you've heard buzzing in the background of traffic reports--Kosciuzko bridge, BQE, Cross Parkway, Southern State, LIE. And you drive through all these towns that feel like pages you've read out of a book, at least growing up on the other side of the tracks in Jersey: Garden City, Farmingdale, Jones Beach, Amityville. But the shop is a real bike shop, not one that tells you to call back tomorrow five days in a row. They spent over an hour with me, fitting the bike just right. And then a friend picked me up and we went for a ride in a lovely park at sunset, the grass littered with deer, the clouds turning into pink and purple dust, metallic slivers of what I assumed to be the Long Island sound churned up in the wind, and oh yes, the wind. What a wind. With every loop it got stronger, puffs of it blowing me sideways and backwards, making my legs work harder than they were able, reminding me that it's not just the bike that makes you move. The bike is only the first step.
Fri, Apr 29, 2005
It's a Guru
Hand out the cigars. I not only handed in that critical paper I've been whining about last night, I also picked up my new baby. That color means it's fast. It's from a super fantastic shop in Babylon, Long Island. To get to the shop from the city, you have to take all those bridges and roads you've heard buzzing in the background of traffic reports--Kosciuzko bridge, BQE, Cross Parkway, Southern State, LIE. And you drive through all these towns that feel like pages you've read out of a book, at least growing up on the other side of the tracks in Jersey: Garden City, Farmingdale, Jones Beach, Amityville. But the shop is a real bike shop, not one that tells you to call back tomorrow five days in a row. They spent over an hour with me, fitting the bike just right. And then a friend picked me up and we went for a ride in a lovely park at sunset, the grass littered with deer, the clouds turning into pink and purple dust, metallic slivers of what I assumed to be the Long Island sound churned up in the wind, and oh yes, the wind. What a wind. With every loop it got stronger, puffs of it blowing me sideways and backwards, making my legs work harder than they were able, reminding me that it's not just the bike that makes you move. The bike is only the first step.
Posted by Afresh
May 18, 2005
hahaha. LOL. Mr. Horton the bike shop owner!
he said something like:
why is that mouse taking his shirt off?
Posted by Hass
May 10, 2005
The HUFFY system? I hope not! This bike has the Ultegra gruppo, almost the highest end components you can get in Shimamo - fully integrated STI system.
Posted by joel
May 3, 2005
you can actually take the LIRR (that's a train) to babylon. most people who ride bikes use mass transportation in an effort to preserve our environment, unless they ride bikes just to work on their gluts. i think people with yellow bikes are glut obsessed. am i spelling glut right? (pronounced GLOOOOOT)
does it have the ultegras or the huffy system?