After my first day donning the locally famous "Obama Eats Here" shirt professionally, I stopped by at Shop Tati to see how the mayhem was progressing. Most of the shop floor was a colorful array of assorted high quality bike goods, and J himself was pondering the bizarrely stiff carbon headset of Jesse's new Storck. Somehow, I found myself poking a hopelessly giant housing end cap (with cable housing) into a hopelessly small brake arm. And then the cable housing was loose without the housing end cap. Anyways, I started to feel a bit hungry, possibly from busily concocting cappucinos, lattes, and chocolacinos all day long, so I asked if there happened to be random donuts around. There were not. And thus, J made a doughnut call. Within 10 minutes, Miles rolls up to the shop to respond to said doughnut call. And in not much time after that, we were able to feast upon a whole dozen doughnuts. Perhaps my fear of doughnuts has been eradicated today ???
Conclusion: I will still refrain from doughnuts on rides, except in dire (snowy cyclo-cross type) situations.
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I have a more or less constant desire for donuts. If I come visit you can we make a donut call? :)
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