I got back to NYC on saturday night to find a stack of the latest issue of the derailleur. I am stunned. Naturally it was my intention to post about it on Sunday morning, but I’ve been at something of a loss for what to say. I can’t help but feel that the guy you’re all describing is a guy I’d like to know. Or maybe a guy I’d like to be. How do I write about my reaction to this without it seeming like false modesty?
So instead, I jumped into work.
On sunday I went to the lumber yard in the morning with my mom and got what I needed to make a built in couch to replace the bike portrait couch in the kitchen.
Naturally I’ll be a little sad to see the portrait couch go (as will putney), but the truth is.. it was a crap couch. Way too soft, and completely filthy. Now we’re just waiting on cushions.
On Monday, I pulled off all the cabinet doors and drawer faces in the kitchen and painted them. I’ve been wanting to do this for ages. Now my kitchen is orange.
Yesterday, I went out to my shop at 7:00 in the morning and cleaned it. Made it sparkly. Then mitered up some tubes and brazed Tangle’s main triangle. Going to try to add the back end today.
So now it’s wednesday morning, and I still haven’t figured out how to thank you all for your comments in the derailleur.
Thank you Willow for thinking this up.
Thank you Megan for kicking me off my own blog to make it possible.
Thanks to all of you for taking the time to actually write and send something in. It’s a document of a pretty scary time in my life, and proof that I’ve had incredible support through it.
Ok.. this is shit. I can’t say what this thing means to me. Not really. I got choked up reading it, and I will again each time I re-read it. I will always have this. Thanks.