2:34 p.m. we got burritos from KOi fusion. it's the korean-mexican fusion cart that got written up in gourmet. remember? they should have cooked the kimchee with the other fillings. the way it was, it was like biting into an under heated convenience store burrito, never knowing when the next cold bite was going to be. the korean taco cart next to la jarochita is better (and a dollar cheaper for their burritos), and i've only rarely let myself eat there.
but bikes. people keep coming in the door -- and some of them make their ways back to the sprout booth. hold on! i've apparently a better vantage than i thought. the official photo booth is just to our back left. the builders who didn't have their shots taken yesterday are all rolling their stuff by the booth to get in line. is it possible to have seen so many incredibly fancy bikes that you're not impressed by them anymore? i know i'm the one responsible for the reportage here, but you'll have to come to one of these shows to really be the judge. that's my way of saying that i can't eat and type and make quality observations at the same time.
"hey abraham!" "i though i recognized this bike." i explained to edwin that abraham had installed my new drivetrain. i also had to explain that he has a kid, which may or may not mean a wifey. selfishness.
2:53 p.m. two more hours. i think i have a beer coming. it strikes me that i should be impressed to know that there are enough bicycle builders in oregon to have an oregon bicycle constructers association, and for the association to have a show...and for the show to be well and consistently attended over two days. also, it costs $10 to get in, so even if folks don't have the cash to buy custom bicycles of their own, they're definitely willing to shell out to have a look. reminded again that i have absolutely no reason to be doing this live. keeps me from over drinking maybe. post show. POST.
where's edwin?
3:00 p.m. my beer is here, and edwin with it. those things go hand in hand, really, because edwin is a native portlander, and bikes and beer just happen here. all i have to do is sit at the booth.
"do you build full time?" "no, unfortunately." it happens for some people, but it's a subsistence existence. the one's who've made it are heroes, sure, but they're not making much. blasé? yes, i dare.
"hello? ...hello?" i think jeremy's here.
wondering how the races are shaping up out at rainier. (that's right. three prepositions.)
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