Rest assured I've wasted no time getting back to business. In fact, first thing this morning I dropped THE CAR THE BANK OWNS UNTIL I FINISH PAYING THEM BACK with the dealer so they could replace the Exploding Takata Airbag Of Death that apparently came as standard equipment:
This errand of course afforded me an opportunity to use the Brompton for my return trip:
The technician took an interest in the bicycle and correctly surmised that I would not be needing the use of a loaner car.
I mean I did think about taking one anyway just to stick it to Fuji Heavy Industries, but it didn't seem worth the trouble, and the fact is I was looking forward to the ride. After all, there's nothing like early spring in the Bronx:
Yes, Van Cortlandt Lake was a sight for sore eyes after having to look at this kind of shit for like three days straight:
I mean it was really awful:
Yes, these are the lies I tell myself--it's the only way I can stop the tears.
Of course, I will be providing a full account of my Eroica California adventure in the not-too-distant future, both in Outside and on this blog. In the meantime, I will say that on Saturday I tackled the Nova Eroica, and on Sunday I rode the Classic Eroica, though I opted for the short course because: 1) I was tired from Saturday; and B) I had a long drive to LA ahead of me for my return flight.
And speaking of driving, check out my sweet-ass minivan!
There's nothing like cruising the California coast with a couple of cheap-ass bikes flopping around behind you.
I wasn't just subject to beautiful scenery, either. There were also beautiful bikes, such as this one:
Which featured not only a drillium chain:
But also a drillium water bottle:
If you're wondering how that holds water, the answer is you fill it with ice.
Duh.
Best of all, a longtime reader presented me with the gift of 100 Cipollini stickers:
I may have to use them to mark the course for the next Fondon't.
from Bike Snob NYC http://bit.ly/2KmQ7Nr
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