Veloswap was good, I guess. M&P and my brother accompanied me. It's gotten big and commercial: people trucking in almost entire bike stores from California and Minnesota. The lines of tables filled with greasy pro racers hawking last year's components, are just a small shadow in the back of the complex. Phoo. Likewise, there are lots of exotic things -- 1948 Mercian track bikes, brand-new Colnagos -- but it turns out if you want a 122 mm bottom bracket spindle, which used to be the most common thing around, you can't find them. Nor could I find an XT 8-speed (sorry,
ziptie) or a 25.4mm seatpost (sorry, thebudge -- tho' I do have an '81 Campy SR 165mm Strada crankset for you: it's beautiful.) We ran into a number of people I used to ride with at HP, and they all talked about Dad and how much they missed him. Me too.After that,
manintheboat and I went to the Jefferson County Library Book Sale. This time was much easier than last: only 20 or so books. I found a bunch of great tech books from the early '90's, design-your-own-test-equipment things.Then a short hard bike ride to City Park and back.
Then up to Boulder to meet up with FJohn (and a short side-trip to the Boulder Book Store.) We went and saw Dar Williams play at the Boulder Theater: she was excellent. We met up with
apotropaic and two of her friends, one of whom was FJohn's ex-roommate, and who now knows 's husband and my ex-gf, oboe@opal. Very twisty and turny.I had some ice cream and read a Paul Zindel book that had some fairly egregious research errors, and now I'm going to sleep.