This is not 6th and Market before the street cleaners, its our table after dinner. Pretty scary huh.
Kid C was kind enough to bring a few extra for the slackers who couldn't carry their own.
Chris had the cleanest packing job. Not only that he was dumb enough to ride a single speed. He surprised us all by hammering the climb and beating even the mighty Chava.
I love this truck bike Rick is making. He told me he had few orders and we might see one on the streets of SF soon. I think Jason at De La Paz Coffee is going to start using one for delivery's. This one he made for the show. I was envious of the bucket because once we got to camp and unpacked Rick used it as a stool, now that's thinking.
Curious unpacking method...
Monsur is awesome, he has the best jokes. He also put together a slide show.
So...I was so excited about this Pigeon Tour that I felt compelled to bring a poem. I really wanted it to be something that would last and when casting about at my house this is what I found. I know, kinda heavy to lug all the way to Haypress Camp but what the hell it's a Pigeon tour!
FLYING TO WIN
The sun is setting in the west
my wings are weary and I need a rest
I have flown 400 miles or more
My body is tired, my mussels are sore
I'll go on and on to my loft
to where I will drop
I cannot stop I need to fly!
flying like the wind
flying to win
To be the best and beat the rest
I may arrive home a little thinner
but I'll be the winner
Until the next Pigeon...