Take America Back
There's been a Gypsy around town for a while. I hadn't run into until last week, but we had established a mutual respect for each other's presence on the internet (okay, I can't say for a fact he respected what I write here, but he'd at least made an effort to comment on things a time or two.)
Allman had crossed paths with him at a local shop. I figured we'd meet sooner or later, but with the days getting longer you could bet he'd soon be headed off down the road.
Last week Allman pointed me toward a Craiglist ad for a good deal on a fat tire that quite literally had my name on it. Suffice to say it was Gypsy selling off his winter tires before he left town.
A couple days later I got a random phone call. Gypsy was looking for a very particular tire for an atypical bike project he had on his hands and wondered if I had some on the Dummy. I didn't, but I had something in the same niche. He offered to buy them before he left town.
|A cohesive bit of confusion on two wheels|
I'd read that he had a some tires I'd been pining for ever since I gave a set away and offered a trade assuming he might like to save his dollars for his travels.
|Didn't take me long to get them dirty|
Yesterday he came by, stories, ideas and tires were traded, along with a few other rather random bicycle bits.
Ultimately we were both more than satisfied with yesterday's exchange of goods, and no money changed hands . . . . as it should be when dealing with gypsies.
click the picture if you want to follow his journeys