A new custom built road bike made specifically
for Bruce Marco from the Commomwealth of Virginia.
His new bike is a hybrid of sorts. It's got some handmade steel lugs
with some carbon fiber tubes carefully glued in there.
Making these bikes is about as much work as making 3 bikes.
First I start off by brazing together some tubes at the correct angles.
Next, the tubes are bored out to the correct diameter in the lathe,
and all excess material is removed.
When the lugs are ready, they look like this.
Skip ahead another 40-50 hours of work,
and here's what they look like when the Enve carbon tubes are glued in.
After a bunch more work, the frame and fork are all ready to build into a bike.
Never done with the targets. So many ways to paint them...
That seat lug doesn't look so bad after all, huh?
Delicate looking s-bends terminated with
delicate looking, yet bombproof brass brazing.
The monochrome targets give the effect of each stripe
being darker closest to the lighter color underneath,
but there's no paint fade going on.
We'll let your eye trick you into thinking that I'm a better painter than I am.
I think the repetition from the lug to the paint came out quite nice.
What do you think? Worth the effort?
Lately, I've assigned myself some music listening.
I've been trying to get through the Rolling Stone's
Top 500 Albums of All Time.
I certainly don't agree with everything they point to,
and looking at the committee they've tasked with
coming up with that list, I can see why.
In my mind, any and all members of Blink 182
will never have a vote as to what is good music.
Anyway, so far I've really enjoyed it.
It's interesting to try and get some perspective
and context to where music has ended up,
as well as getting turned onto things I never would have.
There are things that I can now never again torture myself with:
anything by Pink Floyd, The Eagles (the Dude was right),
Prince (sorry, never liked him), early Neil Young, etc.
There are things that I knew were good, but had never connected with,
which brings us to Aretha Franklin.
Now, if that's not completely packed with awesome
in every way imaginable, I'll pack my things and go home.