So it has been a couple of weeks since I have been able to add a little bit of bike pron to tickle your funny parts. What gets in the way of this? Work. Designing stuff. Lynda.com (fascinating what you can learn there). But when I look back to see all the cool pictures I have, like close-ups of juicy bicycle parts, I feel lost. I feel like I could be giving you something more. I feel like all I see on the internets of the Google Machine nowadays are close-ups of juicy bicycle parts that I would never be able to afford. Which brings me to another dilemma I’ve been wrestling with lately. Grab a cold one and kick back for a second:
I have been wanting more photographic opportunities lately. Especially where bicycles are concerned. So I recently took it upon myself to research this year’s NAHBS. For those of you who don’t know NAHBS, it is less commonly known as the North American Handmade Bicycle Show. (Side note: is there a South American Handmade Bicycle Show?) Really, it is live bike pron. It is where thousands, nay, tens of thousands of cycling deviants go to look at hand-made bicycles and masturbate silently inside their own minds. It is a giant room filled with some of the most amazing bicycles you have ever seen. A lot of it can be called art. So my dilemma is this: do I buy a ticket to North Carolina and a hotel room? Or do I buy a new bike I’ve had my eye on for a while? Which would give me more pleasure? Taking pictures of polished lugs and hand-brazed frames? Or actually riding a brand new bike?
If you haven’t guessed already, the beautiful specimen of locally hand-crafted cycling specimen above was at last year’s NAHBS. In fact, just having a local connection, Rudy at Gold Coast Cycles, is kind of awesome. He built the geometrically awesome bike in the picture above. So I guess I could say that, with all the bike pron on the internets these days, I could just wait for someone else to take pictures whilst I ride my new bike. And out on my adventures, I can take my own pictures of other people and their bikes. There. It’s decided.