French Waffles and Razor Scooters. BON!

Mael, one of the kids I photo bombed last week, is selling french waffles in front of the shop with his sister and cousin. Don't worry, they are french so the waffles are authentic. Here he is getting lifted. Sweet air, Mael.

Dreams DO come true

Take it in.

Staying true.


Jordan doesn't know Mitch because this custom built bike wasn't made for him, but Christmas came, well, right on time for Mitch when be bought the frame and fork from the owner for an amazing price. He was in today swapping over his parts from his bareknuckle to his amazing Hufnagel. Congrats, Mitch.

A night with Vanilla Bicycles

Kyle L., Jared(Kyle's roommate and cyclepath employee), Uma, and I (Amanda) went to Vanilla Bicycles to see photos of the Giro d'Italia taken by photographer Dan Sharp. We ran into fellow 21ster, Kyle V. and he was ready for a night of wonder. We all were.




Vanilla has a different kind of filing system. HA! I crack me up.
Jig.
Kyle V., some guy who he thinks is funny, Kyle L., and Jared
Frame alignment tool.



We parted ways with Kyle V. and ended the evening off at a new bar called Maui's. Kyle L. described the bar as what a dive bar looks like when everything is new in it. He then proceeded to make all of us look like we never played a game of pool in our lives. We might have had something to do with that too.

Be rad on your bike

Bird os a feather...

Not only do we work all day together, but we spend a lot of our free time together too. We are a tight crew. Not a 2 Live Crew, not a Motley Crue, but a tight crew. Last night we lit a fire, rode some bikes, and had some laughs.

Kyle L. right before his fire building license was revoked.
Atlin dropping the shoulder.
It was so cold outside that you can see my breath in the photo.
Moon dirt. Trust the moon dirt.

Wheelies

Dialed.

Eating pizza. Talking bike.

Our Giant rep, Paul, invited a couple of us from 21st and the Fat Tire Farm to dinner at Hopsworks with Giant riders Adam Craig, Kelli Emmett, Carl Decker. Kyle L. and I were lucky enough to go. I was expecting a big dinner with tons of people, but fortunately it was very low key.
Carl Decker, Kelli Emmett, and me..... Amanda.
Brandon, from the Fat Tire Farm, was sitting to my left and had me in stitches all night. He is a funny, funny, man.
Adam Craig, Me, and a photobomb by Kyle L.
Here we are looking pretty sweet.