one speed bicycles are faster -

faster than pat.

one two, one two - keep it on.

It is indeed November, and I am still in the trenches. Don't get me wrong - being in the trenches is a good thing because it means that I am still gainfully employed at my day job. I foresee at least another week, perhaps two in the dirt before I find myself back in the confines of a cubical.

Business at the world headquarters of sabrosa cycles has been getting heavier and heavier. Really, business is just a skosh overwhelming, which is also a good thing. A very good thing. Frame orders are stacking up, and I am burning all sorts of midnight oil keeping things together.

Benson's frame ought to be all brazed up this weekend. I will start tackling his fork and stem during the first part of next week. Benson - thanks for being so patient with this one. Here are a few pics just to keep your appetite ramped up.

Stay tuned for a few minor changes in the near future.

a cry from the dust

No really - it is very dusty out there.
This is where I have been, and where I will be for the next month if'n you need me. Head south from San Jorge and keep your eyes open for a series of open trenches. I will be in one of them with a pick looking for faulting. The work is really interesting - and there seems to be no shortage of it right now for some reason, so I am taking advantage. The cool part is that I have been able to work with some really interesting people who are the top of their respective, geologic fields and I have been trying to glean as much information out of them as possible. I would say that I really dig the work, but it would feel like I was trying way too hard to force a pun.

I swear the bicycle frame building is still cooking. The world headquarters is in full function mode complete with some new fangled tooling to make my life a little easier. I get to my day job way too early to even consider the blogosphere, and I leave for home late enough that my hunger pangs send me on a direct path to dinner. Once again, sorry for the lack of posts. Things will change in November.

later.

You're still alive, she said.

Really, I am still alive. The day job has put me out in the out of doors and I don't have access to el interneto much. The roof is on. The doors are on. I have moved in. Benson's one speed is moving forward. My new dropouts should arrive today and I am really excited to see them. Stay tuned. Sorry for the absence.

tin roof, rusted.

My rear tire on my commuter has slowly started to unravel over the last couple of months. I am not sure if it is laziness, or just the wonder in me that keeps me riding it. I have had the replacement tire kicking around for at least a month now, and still no puncture. The tire still has 80psi in it. Amazing. I think that I will do the big tire swap tonight - the last thing that I want to do is walk a mile to work in my clappy shoes.

The studio is nearly to a move in state. Tamer, Pitter Patter Paul, and I have the majority of the roofing material installed. I have to throw on a ridge cap and some fascia and it will be finished. The roll up doors will be here tomorrow - and I am moving in. I have worn a trail in the asphalt to and from the standby studio down the street. I can't wait to finally have all of my tools in one location.

My hat is off to the misses for burning some midnight oil with me getting the drywall on the ceiling. I wasn't planning on doing any drywall at this point, but I really didn't want to work around the roll up doors once they were installed. That $20 drywall hoist rental was way worth the cash.

I would really like to know what the neighbors are thinking. I went with cold rolled, 20 gauge corrugated steel roofing because I wanted the rusty look. I am sure that there are several folks in the area that are scratching their heads at the silly long hair that hasn't quite got a handle on his roofing project. "Look Marge, their roof is already starting to rust. Silly hippies."

orange mocha frappuccinos

Still waiting on the hooded sweatshirts. Sorry, I am no where near hip enough to call them hoodies.

The jerseys turned out super nice - nicer than even the last batch. Of course, if you ordered long-sleevers, yours will look just like these, with longer sleeves. I rocked my merckx version out on the gooseberry this weekend with temps in the high 90's without a single complaint. I swear, the swamp cooler action of wool is amazing. The next time someone asks me what the wool jersey is all about, I am going to tell them it is all about the fire resistance.

Yes, there are a handful of extras in brown, in assorted sizes. Give me a yell if'n you are interested.

just in time for some fall epicness

official report:

jerseys are in, they are gorgeous, and I will get pictures posted tomorrow.
I am pretty sure that nearly all of you who pre-ordered are paid in full, if not, my CFO (aka "the misses") will be contacting you shortly. Yes, there are a handful still around if'n you are interested. I suspect that the extras will disappear quickly, 'specially since I get all excited and start hording them for my darnself.