Our recycling service doesn’t take glass, so we’ve been stock piling since we moved here 14 months ago. Despite our best efforts, it seems that no one in the area does, so a cleansing is in order.
These are the 106 New Belgian bottles. 55 other beer bottles (M tells me), and many salsa jars. Not too bad.
The ponies got some love, too. The Lenz got very needed new brake pads, a nifty Salsa stem to replace Eric’s loner, and a Salsa quick release for the seatpost. After our freeride jaunt in Tahoe, and the first bit of Burro, I’m convinced that this will be a useful addition. Quite pretty, too.
The Monk got a serious retro makeover, the old riser and ESI grips (to free up a midge for M), freewheel and v-brakes. The track cog is still on, Dave. Under parking lot conditions the bars feel very strange, indeed.
I had a nice omg moment when my phone squawked during dinner: Chad sending me the first text I’ve ever received, telling me he’s in this weekend. Better get that wheel fixed, brah. Maybe if it breaks you can hitch a ride from Donald Rumsfeld.
Sweet.
(Matt, we might take you up if you want two racers and a very nice spouse invading latish Friday. Email?)
Bedrock & Paradox 
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