George hasn't gone, he's moved to Symington and Davenport. Some of my happiest biking memories are heading into Kensington to check out what he had. His personal Cinelli B was what got me on the quest to find mine. George is actually a very interesting guy. The best times to go were in the middle of Winter when you'd find him in that place in 20 below zero weather, unheated, talking to himself and checking through all his stuff, blowing steam. What else could you find?

Shifty characters there "helping" and drinking - check
Scary dog not on a leash - check
The occasional treasure, like the Huret Jubilee stuff I picked up off of him - check

The best time I ever went was one summer afternoon, and George was D - R - U - N -K. But amazingly, he was the sane voice in the crowd there, and he kept telling his "helpers" to stop swearing. Then amidst all the chaos and beer, this yuppie couple rolls down the alley, apparently sent there by some helpful local to buy a bike. They looked right away like they wanted to get the hell out, but it was kind of too late. Then George hauls down this POS from the rafters that he put together and is trying to sell it to this yuppie lady... I can't convey how funny it was but I was laughing so hard I decided to give up on the parts I had come to find and just enjoy the spectacle. Anyhow when you catch him on a good day he's a really cool guy and very helpful, but things can go south there during your visit. Definitely worth checking out.