Bruno Moore
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Bruno Moore
ParticipantHmmm…preeety sure I can get my prize mailed to bikenurse or greenbelt to deliver at final HH (it takes what, a week? We’ve got what, a week?), but I’ve had it on my desk since the Barista Championships.
ParticipantLAST ORDERS!
It’s time to switch to lemonade now that it’s summer, so any last coffeestories need to be posted Stat. There’s a couplefewfolks still in the running, so Last Chance…
ParticipantIt didn’t seem quite fair to borrow a noncontestant’s kneehigh celeste-and-pink unicorn socks—even I have standards of competition below which I will not slip—so y’alls are welcome. All socks used in competition were my own; no cheeteratingsockbumming was practiced.
ParticipantThey’re catching on to my #sockgame here at lahskool. I had to explain this…thing…to a colleague who noticed that I “sure own a lot of socks.”
ParticipantI think I was at 11.5ish each way when I worked at Bikeyspace—and people looked at me like I was Nutz. Think I held the trophy for longest bike commute during most of my tenure. And, truth be told, it did make me a little reluctant to go home at the end of the day, knowing I had that long trek ahead of me.
Now my commute’s two miles. It’s nice that I can get from door to bike locker in under ten minutes (and into civpro in under fifteen), but it sucks that I hardly ride much anymore. Also, what with all the lahskool free food (yay, more pizza…), the 1L Lbs are always stalking.
Somewhere in between, like about five miles, might be nice, especially if there could be an easy, traffic-light/stop-sign free stretch. Thinking of downtown DC to Brooklandish up the Met Branch; it was really only after there that things started to Drag.
ParticipantAre donuts better with coffee? Yes, but I pretty much hit my limit (really) earlier at Coffeechamps . . and it was 80-something degrees outside. So just Little Lucy’s (Dog-themed!) Mini Donuts, fresh from the fryer, buried in pistachio/lavender/vanilla sugar.
They call it a Schnauzer.*
[ATTACH=CONFIG]13707[/ATTACH]*If they’d had a Husky, I would have gotten two bags. Not sure if I’m joking, even.
ParticipantZeke’s DC has been doing some good stuff recently—gradually shedding their (not entirely fair, but I know where it comes from) reputation as Burned Beans R Us thanks to some real gems like that one.
Anyway, I think I may have won my own competition with a Sunday coffee ride for some Vigilante.
Nothing special for half of you, I know. It’s just a few lazy miles down one trail or another, just like every other Sunday, maybe head down to the Potter’s House for a chaser, add on a couple miles…
Today, Vigilante and the Potter’s House came to me. It’s the US Coffee Championships this weekend, and if you think I’m not going to put on my oh-so-on-point coffee cap and Evolutionshirt and get my caffeine on, you’ve probably not been reading this thread…and since you’re reading this thread, you’ve probably not been not reading this thread.
Right? Right.
So, really REALLY great coffee from around the country, around Texas, and just around the block. Somehow or other, I wound up with people just handing me beans they didn’t want to have to take back on the plane with them.
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I’m not going to miss sleep one bit. You see those there? Those are three bags of highly coveted, rare, artesianal Delicious.I Win.*
. . . and nobody even threw anything at my head this year.
*(Don’t worry, I’m still DQ’d from actually winning. The Pointed Prize shall still be awarded)
Participant@Steve O 154511 wrote:
And there isn’t even a winter in Austin. :p
Hey, we have four seasons!
December, January, February, Summer
Trying to explain that I would ride in 10º weather usually begins by first explaining “10º” to people who have seen snow once. I’m the only person in the UT Cycling Club who owns lobster mitts. When they complain about the cold, it’s usually because it’s 45º. I think I own more merino than the rest of the team put together.
Seriously. They complain. When it’s below 45º.
Kids these days.
ParticipantAs of now, there are half as many people from the Austin/Round Rock MSA (pop. ~2 million, supposedly a Mecca of bike culture) as there are from College Park, MD (pop. ~30k, “you have to have a car to live there”).
No, I did not register in both places.
ParticipantIt’s very Giacometti-esque: the Walking Man
ParticipantSure you don’t want to add an extra rule? One that would keep you from having to pay postage and ship those beers to me? Much as I may love me some tasty tasty Bells, it doesn’t quite seem sporting to rack up a few easy miles when its 80º and sunny (IN JANUARY WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS PLACE) while y’alls are trapped in Snowmageddon.
ParticipantYeah, I looked at that list and laughed. Arranged by bump percentage, I’m tenth. Think I’d break it if I were even remotely eligible.
Just so we’re very clear about this, you should all be very, very glad I have trouble getting out of the library long enough to ride much. Very glad.
…we’ll see how I’m doing come August (if I’m not back in DC).
ParticipantAnything that gets people actually riding bikes rather than going insane in the Hamster Wheel is good in my book.
ParticipantI assume that biking doesn’t count as rolling on Shabbos—least of all if you’re on one of these?
ParticipantSo here I am in South Texas, working on this pro bono project over the break doing immigration law/asylum applications/interview preps in the detention centers.* And, in the interest of keeping some sanity over what we’ve been warned is going to be a pretty rough week—”so, tell us every detail about why you fled your home in a country with the highest murder rate in the world”—I brought my bike with me. It’s stashed over by the wall in our hotel room right now.
Took it out for a ride last night on a semi-suburban junkyard service road near the interstate. Got chased by at least three junkyard dogs as my back tire rubs against my fender. I can’t blame ’em, really; this wasn’t that little “ksh, ksh, ksh” rub, but rather a Godawful “SQUEEEEEK! SQUEEEEEEEK! SQUEEEEEEEEK! as the tire rubbed against it like an overrosined bow on a string. I keep jiggering with the Fender from Hell (took me six hours to get that thing installed in the first place…), hope I didn’t break a ziptie on the bridge, make it back after setting every angry guard dog in a semisketch section of San Anton to barking.
Get back tonight…turns out I blew one of the many patches on that tube. I’m flat, and don’t have a Real Pump with me. So glad it didn’t blow while I was outrunning angry dogs, though.
*One of my partners, Priscilla, was the translator for that story—so I’m famous by association, right?
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