|A deal that stops traffic|
The spring, 2012 GABA bike swap moved a few blocks over due to rail construction, and it's going to take some getting used to. I mean, you go to a bike swap year after year, and you kind of get used to the rhythm and flow of the street and the people then BAM! Suddenly they move it on you, and nothing is where you expect it! Utter disorientation!
OK, it wasn't that traumatic, since there were plenty of great deals to lower the shock of the new venue. I consider this the break-in run. By the time of the Fall swap, the new location will seem like it's always been there, and I won't keep standing around trying to get a feeling for where I should go next. Instead, I'll just put on my headlamp, fuel up at the Peddler on the Path coffee van, and start grabbing bicycle deals as the sun comes up.
|My dad's bass boat had that exact seat on it|
|Swap energy served by a very nice guy|
|If wheels could tell stories, these would spin epic tales|
|I almost felt the cash fly out of my pocket, as if it had wings, or a mind of its own|
|The tough business of bicycle swappage|
|Jump in, like a many-armed cartoon figure, did I|
|Mmmm, peanut butter with a Campagnolo 769 crank bolt wrench|
|36ers. Goin big.|
|Sonoran Dog from Robdogs, including roasted pepper of sublime deliciousness|
I may have spent too much time spinning around, burned too much daylight, trying to get my bearings in this new place of swappage. Time really flies when you are digging through boxes filled with random bike crap! Once I located the Robdogs stand, the Ordinary Bike Shop, and with Peddler on the Path coffee in-hand, I was able to focus, and commence to swapping. I did pick up a Campagnolo 769 crank bolt wrench (a.k.a. fixie wheel nut tool) as shown above for a reasonable price, as well as some fine cycling clothing at bargain prices. Throw in some parts, spares, and some tubes, as well as the opportunity to watch some skilled craftspeople making jewelery from bike parts, and I am one happy GABA spring swapping dude. Oh yeah, and I saw some Pivothead HD camera glasses. Gimme, gimme, gimme. I don't mean to sound like some acquisitive gadget-obsessed bike nerd, but damn those were hot, compared to having a box strapped to your helmet or something similar. But maybe that's just the Sonoran dog talking.
Great swap, thanks GABA, thank you Tucson, thank you great bikey people.