Speaking of nostalgia, I found out the bike I rode from Canada to Mexico twice got stolen earlier this year. Gave it to a friend after the fork on his Peugeot snapped. He left it locked up downtown overnight and it was gone when he went back for it.
When I lived in PDX my gf would always tell me to go to CCC whenever I needed parts and all the parts I ever found there were total fucking garbage or overpriced but they did buy some shit from me so that was cool.
Total fucking ding-dongs accurately describes the clientele and some of the staff.
I don’t know what (ed) the CCC is, but yes good point. I’ve done enough bike co-op production shifts to have a realistic idea what might come up. It’s sup’s size and she only has two bikes so I’ll get this rolling for her, or until a show-stopper appears.