yeah i have a dent in the bottom of the TT on my trek that i cant see unless the bike is upside down, but its just staring at me in my mind.

i know where youre coming from lol

problem solved.
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What's all that built up wrinkly cakey stuff on the drive side rack braze on? :innocent:

you mean the paint?

It took me a while to even see the dent

Considering I refuse to get a smart phone, let alone a garmin. I don't want/need to see that much. Blissfully ignorant in this way.
50 miles and went on the fastest waterslide on the east coast, found it to be very disappointing.

yeah it took me a full day....!

no garmin, no rules.

I begrudgingly use a wireless cateye strada for mileage.

Dude, you're talking to someone on the west coast.

And your point?

I figured Dan just counted mile markers on the road.

Hm. Not wanting to get into a whole sociological analysis, but there is a certain type of southerner who believes that the continuity of civilization depends on men being clean shaven and jacketed. Whereas in other places everyone knows it's only about representing one's purchasing power.

^truth

but what if i have a huge beard and im in a $3000 suit?

Then you probably manage a bar where people wear vests.

Craigslist guy finally responded. Got a complete surly steamroller for $150. I'm ok with it.

God I'm so jealous :( I really need something cheap to commute on that can hold crap. If you ever think about getting rid of it be sure to hit me up!

Haha -- Good answer :thumb: I was just being a provoking butthead :)

Back in the early 2000s I rented a place in Huntington Beach for a couple years. Just a few steps from the beach. My neighbor owned his home. Had to be worth a couple million, at least. He left for work the same time in the morning that I did and he was always decked out. Rad perfect haircut all slicked down, sideburns razor sharp to within .003mm of each other, always double breasted suits, ventless and tailored perfectly, cuffed trousers with perfect break, beautiful silk ties perfectly dimpled in a full Windsor, cuff links, nice watch, the whole nine yards.

I noticed in the evenings and on weekends he toned it down a bit. And when I say a bit, I mean hard core beach bum. Untucked T-shirts that were fraying at the hems, shorts with holes and torn pockets, ratty flip flops with 90% of the sole missing, unshaven and bed head. After about six months we bumped into each other in the front yards and he invited me to a BBQ the coming weekend. We got to chatting about stuff and life at the beach in general. Somehow work/business made it's way into the conversation and I commented on how dapper he looks when he splits for work. He laughed and gestured towards his thrashed beach outfit and said, "This is me, those other clothes are just my 'Money Making Costumes', I only wear them because I have to, but frankly I hate that *****." I laughed hard....and felt kinda like I found a brother I never knew I had.

All good, man

Glad to know there are still some pockets of sanity in O.C.

Well, that was over 10 years ago soo.. Everyone is crazy now for sure