Baristas

Perhaps one of my favorite words. Very similar to bikes in a weird way. No two are the same. You appreciate the good ones. Some are art. Some are rough but precise. Some are worthless. Some you long for when you find yourself stuck with one that doesn't measure up. Especially when you're trapped in Seattle.

I look forward to Monday nights at Espresso Royale. Emma knows Sephie gets a 12oz Cocoa with a pinch of cinnamon and I get a 3 shot breve in a 16oz cup. Today was a 4 shot/20oz day just to keep her on her toes. 

While waiting for Sephie to come out of class I spotted a pair of old friends. Tommy and Ann were having dinner at Rick's Cafe before seeing a great movie at the Orpheum. Tommy's made another movie and we're lucky enough to have tickets to the premier. "Darkness" should be interesting... not "the Darkness." I wonder if Marco has considered copywriting his alter ego.

Hey! I get to dress-up for the event! 

The 48f is finished. Weighing in at 24.38lbs with Russell's wheels and Rick's Nanoraptors, it should see some trail time on pre-ride days as well as just goofing around. I won't race it. I decided that yesterday. After hearing about all the bad mojo trapped in the frame, I don't want to risk having a second frame break during a race. I trust the Fe2+ implicitly. 

The Bontrager 26" Switchblade Race fork up front puts the head tube angle at roughly 72 degrees and the seat tube angle at roughly 74 degrees. That compares to the Fe2+'s 72.6HT/73.5ST angles. 

In light of my weekly visits to State Street I've decided to have a "feature"... Single Speeds of State Street. Last week was the guy on the fixie pulling a trailer. In retrospect it should have been a sled or a toboggan. This week is a well appointed fixie with Campy pista cranks. This bike is loved and it works hard for a living.

Tomorrow is a school day... I expect the usual.