I know a guy…
I don’t pull my own wrenches. Thanks to these guys moving in about three blocks away, I may begin to learn a thing or two.
For the past few years, I’ve relied on a guy. It is a bit of a strange thing, but what good cycling story isn’t? I’ve known Dan for 15 years. Dan went to high school with Big Al — who lives about a mile away from me. Big Al knows his way around tools but relies on a gear guy who also lives in the neighborhood — Noah. Noah in turn, doesn’t rely on other gear guys — he is a gear guy. He is also a bone fide physicist who strips, assembles, builds and generally messes around with bikes for fun. I looked into his garage once and there were nearly a dozen bikes in there including several he had custom built from the ground up.
So, I don’t pull my own wrenches; I know a guy. And this guy, Noah, is very involved in the Tour de Cure every year. This year, Noah, Big Al, Dan and I will all be riding a century on June 3. In the meantime, I welcome your support for the American Diabetes Association and have a convenient link for you, dear Internets, right here.