Finally got around to selling a frame/fork I will never build or use. I received two offers. The cash I was asking for and a parts trade for things I wanted and had been looking for. Cash guy shows early and snaps it up. I tell parts guy it sold but I would pay what I got for the parts he is offering which we did in the afternoon. Unwanted frame/fork/wheel becomes excellent condition 8 speed XT brake-shift levers/brakes/derailleurs/cassette. Parts for parts. Super cool.
Well now you're here, there's no way back is the clunky title of the highly rated 2014 Quiet Riot documentary that I was finally able to get my hands on. I find the often compared Story of Anvil far more compelling in every way starting with the plot and ending with the movie making. Kevin DuBrow's stereotypical drug-death preventing QR's theoretical comeback or at least State Fair tour and leaving Frankie Banali missing his friend is just so... stereotypical. I just can't get behind it. Remember these guys lead the way for the late 80's-early 90's embarrassment that makes me explain what I mean when I say I like heavy metal music.
A fucked up thing happened this morning. I got up early, felt good, had just jumped on the highway well ahead of the rush and all of a sudden the cars are all braking. Several pull over to the left and the rest of us crawl forward. Then a couple cars up I spot something on the close edge of the carpool lane on my left. We crawl closer. It can't be. It is. I can't help but stare at the rag-doll'd body on the pavement outside my open window. So fresh there isn't any blood yet. Seconds old. I pass the stopped cars as two crying women emerge from the first. Traffic picks up and I zombie to work stunned. Forty five minutes later the internet says the bridge jumper never hesitated, she just climbed the fence and let go.
I though about a lot of different things today. Thought about people I know, people I love and people I don't know. I thought about the selfishness of the jumper and the lives she affected and I wondered if she thought about those people too - was it one final fuck you or did she just need to get out now?
Planets aligned this week for intense psychology. Neighbors on both sides moved out (one glad one sad) and relatives not seen for 12 years hung out tonight - welcome to Minneapolis. Then Heath stopped by on his DR. Mind blown.
Randomly rode to Surly tonight for some exercise and an excuse for some exercise. Holiday weekend Friday and it was the least amount of people I have seen there yet, which is to say it was half full. Upstairs was closed except for that space they plan to make into a restaurant... lo and behold it was the opening night of that restaurant. I didn't eat because I went late and by the time I stepped up there they were closing and I was riding shortly. Received a thorough description of the menu from the cool man on the other side of the desk. The bump is an app sampler not a shot. The minimum whole table participation size is two. Five courses skips fish and includes desert. I could close my eyes and point.