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2-16-2010
Hold on now..while you will be scratching your head about his please try to take a few moments to ponder what kind of person raised you. My father was a Marine and my Grandad was a carpenter and my role models were motocross racers. I don't think any of these guys had issues with manliness. It is important in this age of desks and computers to get rattled enough to move with a sense of purpose and get it done ,often we keep thinking it right into the ground and we are built to have everything working together try it ..it works. What is manly BRUT after shave or Old Spice.
Art of Manliness
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Ghosts Of St. Valentine 2-14-2010
It started in Kindergarten on a swing set in the back yard of my parents home and it must have been funny because all of the adults sure laughed when they heard it:"will you be my valentine"? This was suggested to me by my best friend and neighbor girl Patty. We had been riding bikes,climbing trees, digging forts and riding the bus to school but I didn't know what being someones Valentine was. Being young and just happy to be asked I said "sure" and a big group of kids nearby said "wwwwhhhhhhhhhoooooaa!" now I was worried. When kids did the wwwhhoooa! something embarrassing was going to happen. By the end of the school day according to playground gossip Patty and I were "going steady" what? I asked my pal Stephen who was in second grade what that meant and he said "you will be getting married this summer" in a panic I did what all Kindergartners do ...I ran home to my mom. "Mom..Patty asked me to be her Valentine and now will we be getting married this summer" ? I don't think I ever saw my mom laugh so hard ..she was sobbing .. it must have been the serious look on my face and realizing I had been victimized. I was perplexed and the pointing fingers and smirks had gotten to me so.. I started crying thinking I had done something permanent and hasty.. I was four years old I had places to go, people to meet and not to mention frogs to catch snakes to collect and worms to dig..what was this Valentines thing doing to my peace of mind. Mom was cool and explained I was "too young" for all this foolishness and that is for the "grown up world" to which I replied "oh can I have bear um bears now" kind of like Pop Tarts but more obscure. In first grade after my experience with Patty I loudly proclaimed I did not want "ANY Valentines" as we hung our paper bags against the rail in our classroom as I was not going to get married until I was 21. I took a black crayon and crabbily scrawled my name on the bag. I noticed other kids started getting excited a couple of days before Valentines day and the some of the paper bags began to droop with mail and . On that fateful day I knew something was up and went to my mail bag looking down into the very bottom I found three little cards ,one from my teacher ,one from a kid I did not know and one from the music teacher who played the auto harp for us. The other kids were digging out colored cards and CANDY! boy had a lost out with my jaded position on the holiday. I went home to mom again and told her I had gotten no Valentines and upset she threatened to call the school then she called my Grandma instead and began crying on the phone, this started a chain reaction and my Grandma became upset..she told my uncles and they were ready to burn the whole school down..oh man was I in a pickle. Finally everything calmed down and I tried to explain but I was getting candy now and everything seemed fine.
In second grade I was a comedian and acted up as we had mixed classes with the first graders and I could show off ..many times at the teachers expense. This year when handed my bag I decorated in full hearts ,red,pink,white and bought a big stack of Snoopy Valentines a bag of Smarties and Sweet Tart packs I was going to hook everyone up cause this was about candy and cards right? Valentines day dawned and I rushed to school with great anticipation sneaking glances over my shoulder during class at my white nearly dropping mail bag. When we were handed our bags the teacher gave me an eve brow raise and I was puzzled ,I think for the first time I felt semi famous. I one by one dug out my candy and cards and was happy as a lark... then as a I was closing in on some Neco wafers I noticed a red envelope different from all the others I quickly snapped it up and opened it the inscription was as follows. Happy Valentines Day in wide silver letters and inside it read Please Be Mine and it was signed with red pen in the shaky a handwriting of a girl. Your Secret Admirer XOXO. My face tuned red and I flushed from head to toe looking around but all the others were eating candy or running around. Over the next weekend I went through my first grade annual trying to figure out who it could be. I was restless and confused and when I returned to class on Monday I started my subtle questioning after three days of this I had to give up the agonizing... I mean I was in second grade! I never did figure it out to this day and it remains forever a wonderful mystery. I must have saved that card for ten years looking at it whenever I felt alone... and even in my then young heart it was great to know somebody I never met admired me.
Death of january 2-13-2010
We are finally beginning to see the light at the end of a long dark tunnel of winter. You might be getting a tax check , bonus or is the grip of poverty holding you down? I feel very lucky to have a job and guitars to play when I am broke and a motorcycle to ride. March is fast approaching and spring is creeping up quietly and thankfully we can look forward to clean roads warm days and thoughts of summer. We celebrate the death of January the last day (our made up holiday) The month when resolutions are broken and madness or cabin fever sets in. Pushing ourselves to do more and change our path to make matters worse or better or is it just because it feels different and the numbers have tuned once more. I don't know...take a deep breath and plunge into it.... make decisions and live with the consequences. If I take decisive action more often than not quenches doubt..thinking about it too much seems to be counter productive. Next thing you know today is over with nothing in that place, is discipline a strength or a crutch? Stop talking about it and DO something ..embrace the mistakes as there will be many.
"Grab a hold and ride that freight
Be yourself, don’t hesitate"
Worn souls 2-12-2010
Stop a minute....wherever you are look down at your shoes and observe the details of how you contact earth. What do they look like ? are they destroyed? in good shape? as I was talking to a friend the other day we got on the subject of a persons shoes and how we always have one favorite pair ...a do it all general purpose set that you don't think about too much but end up getting us from place to place just fine. His shoes were evenly worn and tread bare with holes all the way through and snow was getting into his socks..he was content to run this pair until I mentioned he needed to pick up a new set ,to which he agreed. Assessing my tread I know that on my main two most used I have purchased two pair in two years and replaced the soles on one. Tacks, nails, thorns, screws have been embedded and removed. I travel varied terrain and move around alot. They are slippery now and need new soles again and tell a story if you look closely. I destroy shoes/clothing rapidly.. Does this mean anything... will I live shorter? longer? I do limp a bit and I kick things occasionally what education can I derive from how I hit the ground everyday? ...slow down ,speed up, dance more ? less? I do not wear a young man's shoes anymore, I have shoes that last yet they are nearly disposable and wear quickly. Expensive yes and like tires I have to buy them to get around. If I get soles that wear less they cause me pain which is worse and quality/comfort costs more. I think less about my shoes now they are utilitarian, purpose built and fashion has taken a back seat. Maybe I should get some new creepers. I have found I like the antiquated look of my beat down shoes and that is my fashion statement now, if they shine I think about protecting them too much and do not walk like I need to...distracting. I feel the same way about Motorcycles and guitars they were built to be ridden and played and whatever scratches and scars happen they add to the beauty and become our own. A long line of experience as the marks remind and speak the story to us,wear and tear is my map. Friends I have always tried to give something back to my local merchants and musical community and yet the daily struggle of paying the bills and survival gets in the way ,I have tried to contribute as I do not have as much free time these days...So If I have not replied to an email or missed one of your shows or events It is nothing personal, a day gig , a healthy band and my consuming bike lust keep me glued to the task ....this is a new way to contribute and budget my time..not that I want to and there are broken bikes that need love and many rides to go on too 2010 is going to be a barn burner for me. This site is dedicated to what keeps me going and the stories along the way ...reader if you don't like it you can start your own or check the other million forms of media out there. Things in my blood mean I can live with a semblance of sanity instead of pondering why we are here. I am going to just live as much life as I can..while I can.
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BARISTA
Maggie Gulasey
First thing in the morning we all have a different outlook on how our day will be based by the way we are feeling. Are you a morning person, are you a night owl or are you one that has not discovered where it is you fit in at all?At his hour we take our first steps stumbling, blurry and generally disheveled. If you're perky and bouncy people who are non-morning types will most definitely crab at you to tone it down at least until they've had their first morning cup of coffee. An introduction is necessary and I have to explain what this is about. I'm a coffee fanatic. I travel around to various places to try coffee and experience the overall atmosphere of each individual nook of expertise.
1. Taste
2. Consistency (of the barista)
3. Quality
4. Presentation
5. Interaction
There's nothing worse then having arresting experiences first thing in the morning. I like to get going gradually and slowly kick things into hyper drive as the day necessitates. There are many different types of coffee in various stages of presentation. My standard for consistency will be based on the 12-16oz latte with normal 2% milk. Ok, we got that out of the way and my opinions are just based on my own understanding of things and what I like. My hope is that others if they take the time to read will perhaps try new locations and ideas.
NOVO
Novo coffee is in my top 5 and is currently one place I enjoy visiting on a daily basis. The location is somewhat difficult to find because it is located in the center of a pavilion adjacent to the Denver Art Museum though the atmosphere is a bit offbeat, it is worth the investigation. The roaster is serious and offers a wide selection of options and the cool thing is that you can sample them right at the counter. I have yet to try a too weak or too strong coffee and that is rare in my limited realm. The thing I notice too is that many coffees make you feel sluggish ,edgy or fatigued shortly after you drink them and I don't know how they do it at Novo but this is a very clean taste and texture. The baristas are nice and engaging, but not phony and make sure you are taken care of in a timely fashion. The taste has a warm dark smokey flavor with a hint of berry to it, never has it been acid or bitter yet has a smooth strong bite. Temperature is spot on not scalding or cool. This is a new thing in Denver and more and more of it is happening Novo is very passionate about what they do and I am very happy to see coffee here at this level.
Maggie will take it from here.......
1. What is NOVO if you were describing it to somebody at street level?
If I were to describe Novo Coffee to a random person on the street (who had a good chunk of time to listen), I would start off by describing one of Novo's primary convictions which is to have individuals "Get Closer to your coffee." I adore this philosophy - a philosophy that initially drew me to this company - because I think it is incredibly important in this coffee climate. I would tell this person that, as I believe, getting closer to your coffee can be understood in multiple ways. One, Novo does a beautiful job of connecting and educating the consumer with the individuals who produced your coffee. Two, when you come into the shop, Novo wants you to get closer to your coffee with our single origin bean display. The customer is invited to touch, smell, and read about the variety of coffee beans we offer. Lastly, I believe Novo wants you to get closer by having a conversation with the barista making your drink. We hope that when you come in, it is an atmosphere in which you feel comfortable enough to have a conversation about coffee, ask questions, and learn from each other.
Now, if this person on the street had only a second for me to describe Novo Coffee to them, I would say Novo is an awesome company in which genuine coffee lovers and wonderful people started, they have awesome beans, they roast to bring out the nuances, they have a shop with a clover that brews your coffee on the spot, and they like to have fun and hope you do too.
2. At this location (Denver Art Museum) Is it more diverse? How does it compare to a neighborhood coffee shop?
Of the four previous coffee shops I have worked at, this Denver Art Museum location is absolutely the most diverse. We have a tricky location - there are no large signs to be seen from the street directing you to us. For the most part, people only discover us after visiting the museum. Because the Denver Art Museum is a big tourist attraction for Denver, we are prone to get a handful of customers that come from all over the country, if not the world.
When you go to a neighborhood coffee shop, you tend to have regulars make up the majority of your customer base. I remember when I worked at shops like this, it was unusual to see an unfamiliar face. At our Denver Art Museum location, though we do have our beloved regulars, I find that a very large portion of our customers are people who are entering our shop for the first time. It certainly keeps things fresh and interesting.
3. What is great about being a barista here?
This is the first coffee shop in Denver in which I actually drink the coffee we serve. I love it and I love drinking it. I also think it's great to be a barista here because how much all of the people I work with, from the owners to fellow baristas, care about coffee and its quality. I also really like being a barista here because I truly enjoy the customers and having the opportunity to speak with them about coffee...I think it's a two-way street - we learn a lot from each other.
4. Philosophy and Future plans?
Since I talked a little bit about Novo Coffee's philosophy, I'll respond in regards to my personal philosophy and future plans for the Denver Art Museum shop. Basically, I believe that less is more. Meaning, I want to clean up the shop, simplify things, and deeply focus on the quality and consistency of our product and customer service. I truly believe in this company and the coffee and want us all to excel at the high standards people rightfully expect from us.
For the future, I primarily want to focus on creatively getting the Novo name out to the people. As far as our shop goes, I want to spread the word about our covert location and get people in the doors.
5. As always.... what music are you playing on the shop Ipod?
I think music is a very important component to the coffee shop! While the iPod does occasionally make its way out of my bag, I must admit, I have been primarily using Pandora. However, I will tell you my favorite Pandora stations I like to play at the shop: I like to start my early mornings out with a Miles Davis station - some Jazz always helps me wake up and customers tend to like it. As the day progresses, I like to change it up to one of the following stations: Broadcast, Caribou, Boards of Canada, Os Mutantes, or Animal Collective.
•Hamilton Building & Duncan Pavilion
13th Ave. between Broadway & Bannock
•Residential Museum Location
1200 Acoma Unit A #101, Denver
1949 Triumph Thunderbird
If only January was a shorter month and the slick sandy streets were blown clean of mag chloride, ice scree and wind chill. My tale begins as an experiment of sorts to take a journey to the west coast for the sole purpose of test riding a motorcycle in optimum conditions on a clear clean road at sea level. (In January)
Triumph is taking the big cruiser market head on this year with the introduction of the 2010 Thunderbird a bike they spent six years developing. I have had many standard vintage and a few cruiser bikes over the years with distinctive physical features yet vague and often dangerous handling traits. Taking my first H1 at full boil into traffic on sixth ave only to stand it on end in a semi tank slap and save it at the last moment.... pulling over in a cold sweat,fun but not something one wants to do often. My 72 Moto Guzzi Eldorado with almost no brakes going WAY too fast into a turn and leaning..leaning...leaning scrape! ..wobble! another pair of underwear later I went down the road unscathed.
Arriving at the Pala Mesa resort I was immediately noticed the impressive arsenal of Thunderbirds parked in the front lot. We were whisked to the front desk and assigned to our rooms as the afternoon became grey and stormy looking. I headed up to my room and dropped off my gear and walked back to to lunch deciding on the turkey sandwich with orange slices..very good choice. After finishing I spent a few minutes reading the local paper and headed back to my room.
I was just getting settled when there was a knock at my door and a waiter handed me a card with a plate of cookies and a bottle of wine. On the front of the card in bold blue letters reading Triumph and on the inside Welcome to the Pala Mesa Resort, and thank you for joining us here in San Diego for the "Thunderbird 360" event. We are looking forward to a great day of fun, riding and learning with you. We hope you enjoy your time with us, and if there is anything you require during your stay, don't hesitate to let us know. I was impressed with the timing and consideration They flew me out here picked me up at the airport and set me up with accommodations and tonight they were having dinner and above all...letting me ride their new $13000 bike and well...they didn't even know if I could ride.
I made it down to dinner and met a few people from my region and talked bikes mostly and got acquainted. Chris Langlois was there and had many stories past and present ...a highly entertaining cat he explained his involvement with the new machine and how closely he had worked on this project inspiring! Satu Mehta introduced himself and presented the Triumph 360 concept to us and his enthusiasm was rippling through the room many handshakes and beverages later everyone retired for the evening..not everyone I think some brave souls continued the party until the wee hours. I opted for a good nights rest for the brisk ride in the morning as rain was possible on mother nature's agenda. On the walk back to my room I noticed how clean the air was and close by in a low creek bed a group of frogs were croaking in unison it's funny how much it seemed like spring and to think I left the wind swept snowy plains of Colorado just hours before.
Breakfast was at 6:30 am and I made it on time there was top notch fare and plenty of it with fresh juice and strong coffee. Not everyone made it to breakfast on time as I assumed due to the antics of the previous night. At the first 360 meeting I assembled my gear and I noticed the guy sitting next to me had exactly the same jacket ..good taste I thought. It was decided that we would ride first! due to the impending rain and although it was a tad cool we were greeted by warm San Diego sunshine. There were two groups of twenty one Thunderbirds in various forms ,Big bore kits ,saddlebags ,windscreen heights,nakeds, loud pipes ,stock the idea being that you could switch bikes to get a feeling for what you liked best. We started off through the vineyards sweeping up toward the top of mount Palomar the ascent went by quickly as the shade dappled curves embraced the rumble of forty one Thunderbirds and one Rocket 3. Every 15 miles or so we would trade bikes and get the feel for each. I ended up liking the stock bike with slightly louder pipes as I do not appreciate windscreens ,the windscreen that everyone liked just seemed to rattle my head around.
We reached our summit and there was good coffee and many kinds of pastries about and we shot a few pics leading up to the stop. A guy came up to me and said "hey nice jacket" as I noticed his again like mine.. this turned out to be Tim Prentice the person responsible for designing the bike I had been enjoying. He asked me what I thought of the Thunderbird and the different options what was good/not as good etc. It was really nice to have such an honest down to earth person sharing his perspective and vision about something he collaborated on and helped create I feel this one of the highest levels of communication. After the break they informed us that photographers had been shooting as we traversed the course and they sent us through another photo series coming into and vanishing out of the apex of curves.
To top it all off the plan is to send these shots out to us as a memento of this trip. Very cool. Descending was quick too as Triumph marketing director Jim Callahan set the pace at the front of the group and it was brisk, I pushed the bike and it responded tight and quiet no flex in the front end and none of the typical cruiser wobble it just settled in the each curve and stuck. The tight stuff came up fast and I went in a little hot but the T-bird didn't really mind I tapped a couple of pegs here and there like it was supposed to happen. The biggest thing about this bike is the vibe ....it roars out of the corners and I don't know if it was sea level or what but the power was plenty stout for me and a blast to romp on the straights. I noticed I looked around more than I usually do and felt the scenery moving aroung me something I had forgotten in my latest days of two stroke buzz bombers and naked sports..refreshing! Reminded me why I started riding in the first place .
When our riding mode ended we proceeded to the sun room and were treated to more coffee and snacks and a wealth of info /specs. Start to finish a simply a grand time.
1.Did I learn anything? Tons! and the luggage fandango in the airport almost made me lose my ticket.
2.Did I enjoy myself? Immensely!
3.Did Triumph do such a good job that I would make outlandish claims about their new bike? No other than my feet getting a little wind blown at higher than normal speeds they have a rock solid rock-n-roll seat of the pants cruiser on their hands..oh and it turns too.
Tim Prentice
Thunderbird Past and Present
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It Might Get Loud
Time can easily spin out and trick you. I started trying to play guitar like many in my twenties and if that's not a clique I don't know what is. Except then it was glamorous and maybe dangerous and played less by novices,dreamers or what we call D.I.Y. musicians. They did exist just that they were far more difficult to see like a great smoke show hiding behind an old curtain. Crossing struggles ,decades and influences common and obscure run together now and so much of this education is merely a click away. U2 was a great band of my youth they stood for something had melody ,purpose, power,innovation ,emotional content and they rocked too. I admit I lost interest my tastes changed and became refined in new genres. I came into this film from The Edge generation. Respecting his style and timing slamming off a delay and the staccato rhythms ricocheting off of Red Rocks and the world. Growing up Led Zeppelin was something played on KBPI to me and I thought it was quality but, it was an old hippy stoner band that played in a cultish mansion somewhere in England... not MY thing. By the time White Stripes were chugging along and almost the biggest band around I had already listened to and been immersed for years in many experimental blues and avant swamp trash culture artists...So being the next big thing was no big thing ,but made me supremely happy that kids were responsive to this music Jack White was making. The film was worth it and will put the fire in your heart. Anything that makes you want to go straight home and write songs ( for days) dig in to guitar and spend the rest of your nights playing and singing The reason we all started to in the first place. Right? well I was nodding my head in agreement and saying"exactly" back to the movie screen and it hit way too close to home many times in an honest stirring sort of way. The movie gave in depth personal insight into the players approach and musical philosophies. Tears ..yep just remembering old friends and places we shared musical threads in time and seeing how hard The Edge worked at getting his tone floored me. Many will think Jack White as the young spoiler who has not paid his dues, I don't know ..the guy is confident and has great taste, plays from who he is today and for all he is worth. I know everyone has a history and I will not judge them from that. I can say is his story was the youngest and he has many years to live. The biggest surprise was when Jimmy Page walking through his guitar collection that was like the last great Gibson archive flashed into some live footage of the most famous rock song of all "Stairway to Heaven" I was dreading this as I am not a big fan of mainstream rock and in a second I understood for his day Page was it, the D.I.Y dreamer doing it his way. I have only heard this solo played on the radio all my life, but seeing it in real time was so pure and outside of convention ..it was timeless in his own voice. To see The Edge and Jack playing along with Page was astounding as I knew they were both losing their minds with happiness. One of the best in a long while.
A DUSTY ONE
FEBRUARY 2010
When you think of the west coast it's ocean scape a crowded coastline,Hollywood, sunshine,and all the healthy things such as a tan or clean Pacific air,yet in certain circles perhaps life has an edge. Gliss was picked as one of 2008's SXSW showcasing artists and with rumors swirling a great bald indie rock king whispered desperately to all that would listen of how they were the next truth. Their profile escalated quickly in the underground and for good reason as they have created something new in a old vein. Devotion Implosion lifts off with Victoria Cecilia coming off like a stoned Debbie Harry fronting a arsenic addled Marychain. This has to be one freshest new voices anywhere but, much to my surprise it does not belong to Victoria,this voice belongs to Martin Klingman. The two trade vocal duties back and forth to reinforce each other while slivers of melody pan between the prickly strings. Garbage like pulses steer the songs as lo-fi bass dynamics give way to huge sonic voice washes mixing in with guitar slides and dirty big hooks. The swinging and drifting ragas and that innocent vocal sneer.... insect guitars with wings rattling, scratching up slurs and imperfections in equal part. Brushes of tremolo and jangle deftly sip in Louise Reed, Velvet's drawl? Organ drones sneak in the back porch and visit momentarily and bleak alien guitars glinting like a giant chrome chainsaws buzz and cut, as the cloudy chord vapors furiously build into cavernous choral fiction and between it all that mean electric hook again. Gliss has a sandpaper grit of honesty and melancholy and that is nearly an impossible tightrope to walk over such a wide landscape of sound.....yet it huddles inside a pop structure. At this records peak glassy phantom howls are convincing, desperate and full of so much longing that you can almost picture the chair tipping to the floor and the noose going taunt. I can't wait to see what this band does next and to watch them shed their skin.
Still cleaning off the dust!
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Mechanic Of the Month
triumph Thruxton SE
Aprilia Dorsoduro
Yamaha DT-400
AKA: The Bride of Electric Frankenstein/Rocky Mountain Motor Donk
Dt 400 is an old school seventy's enduro and this one used to be street legal but somewhere along the way she lost her jewelery. This is a great camping/fishing bike for your dad ,grand pop or brother easy to start and feels like you are riding in it not on it. Powerful and can get you bent out of shape in a hurry if you are not paying attention. Two stroke open class power slightly toned down...not much. Woe to the individual that was a bad experience with throttle control or ignition issues as sometimes out of the clear blue sky the revs on this bike shoot to the moon and as you grind the kill switch into the handelbar until you will get a huge jolt of current through your arm,no way is it going to stop before the top end blows and then she quietly signs off. She now belongs to Timmy T ...thank heaven this is a mans bike.
AKA : The Black Fish/ What was that?
The Dorso is on the short list of get in done in style and have a hell of a blast doing it. It is a street machine but it runs close to a supermoto with smoother manners. The front end is light but planted and the shriek of the liquid cooled 750 twin through a set of Leo Vince pipes is a delightful cacophony. Spending time on this bike makes you feel like an urban hero sliding and shooting gaps like some kind of restless fiend trying to get out of the confines of the city's center and find smooth sweeping pavement. You will be tempted to jump lips on sewer covers and glide off curbs... breaking traction never felt so friendly and beware sport bike rider light to light this thing can be a demon..that front end gets light easy..you want to play ditch em?
AKA: The one that got away
Nobody I know has ridden this one yet and not many will only 50 will be made and I want one bad. Silver and apple red frame with that neat headlight cowl. Fuel injection that looks like old carbs solid dependable and so very appealing. Too many bikes too little time and well...too little$ still this is a steal for such an original bike. I gotta' sell something again. Rats!
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Mechanic Of The Month
MECHANIC OF THE MONTH
Jason Steele
Multifaceted individuals we many times refer to as characters are part of our daily panorama. The colorful diffuse the boredom and make our existence rich. Spending a few moments around Jason Steele reminds us of how important it is to keep your cognitive skills aligned with your heart. Doing what you love for a living often times feels less like a job and more like a creative endeavour and along the way we make friendships, pick up skillsets and tricks to make things with our hands go a bit faster.
FAVORITE TOOL
"Lately, my Craftsman Impact Driver. I use it alot."
BIKES I LIKE TO WORK ON
"Vintage Vespa's any and all. I like to restore and take my time. "
BIKES I RIDE
" 66 Sprint, Allstate style Blue Badge. 78 PT200E, Daily rider. 1980 P125X with a Malossi Kit."
DREAM BIKE
Lambretta SX200
Jason is one of the most patient and engaging wrenches in town. Don't let his calm deameanor fool you. On the dance floor he will leave you transfixed and confused. Currently he is working on putting his accordian talents together for a new musical project. At the end of the day a cold PBR always works but, on special occasions a Fullsail Pale Ale hits the spot. Just so you know.
LISTENING TO
Crystal Castles, Elliot Sharp and The Magnetic Zero's, Moonspeed, Hawk and a Hacksaw.
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