Sunday, October 10, 2010

OREGON BICYCLE CONSTRUCTERS ASSOCIATION HANDMADE BICYCLE SHOW LIVE BLOG, part 2

1:02 p.m. eek! already two beers in. they weren't serving when we got here, so i had to slog the six blocks to plaid pantry to get a sixer. i ran into the obra official that kicked me out of alpenrose on my way back into the show and wanted to offer him a bottle. it would have been wasted.

it might be lunch time.

"silver is a lot tighter than [something, something] ... with the steel [maybe?] ..." this hour's lesson: learn how to weld or find yourself $4000.

"i'm going to sell him a bike at some point." conspiratorial smiles.

the sun's coming out. our window seat makes for good viewing of the leaves outside.

1:15 p.m. i want to take royalties on all of the photographs being taken of my bicycle. also, i want a new paint job. the bright lights show all of the scratches.

like i said, i'm just sitting here. sometimes people come to talk. oh, right. lunch. perchance i'll go look at something.

talked to mark from belladonna earlier and promised i'd run into him again in minutes. maybe i should swing by there.

epiphany: the people with cameras can SHOW you what i came here to try to talk about. materials and application and technique and component integration are difficult to make sound pretty without pictures. i wouldn't be here if things weren't pretty. use your imaginations.

1:53 p.m. edwin wandered off somewhere and found a bagel. i ate half of said found bagel. there was pesto in the cream cheese, i think.

people are popping corks and dropping tools. handmade bikes are both fancy and reckless.

mark is doing fine. he's also upset with the dearth of vegetarian options at the caterers' tables. (there's a korean taco cart outside, but it's looking like the best of their's are pork.) the best of ours might be post show.

tony of pereira cycles seems to think that traffic has been better today. kelly and edwin disagree.

map bicycles is set up across from sprout, and although their aesthetic is cohesive, the squared forks and fat vintage-y tubulars leave me cold. more food please.

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