The Boy Bike
I feel pretty lucky to be able to say: My wife built me a bike.
On one hand, it’s just a bunch of cold steel. But when I look at it, I see that it has about as much love as you can put into a bike with a set of handtools, a welding torch, and 1000 degrees.
“Measured For a Guy, Made By a Gal”
Crazy-lucky you are, Austin, and likely in far more ways than one. A wondreful bike is a deep joy in and of itself, but here it takes on that sweet extra dimension (XTC’s “I’d Like That” suddenly pops into my head, and I can’t stop humming it). Enjloy it long and swift.
And, to Natalie: Long may you braze.
- Barrett
beautiful bike