Same junque, usual suspects, new location. High security, a few random acts of kindness. Where were YOU?!
Wayne Bingham scooting around the room on his Raleigh Super Tourer, and beating us to the good stuff. Jill skipping happily back to her "we're not selling anything" REI booth with her "new" Frejus. Karen Rawls leaving happy with a backpack full of Mavic stuff. Tom Witkop with yet another amazingly ratty frame, wrong size, as usual. Snacks and yacks at Larry Black's lounge with Roy Drinkwater and Marty Walsh. New lows achieved by Bottom Feeders United in the cheerful company of Harvey "no relation" Sachs. Even the catfish were looking down on the tops of our balding little heads. $5 wheels! (I ride in WV. Why would I invest in expensive wheels?) Catching up with the guy who bought the 5-gallon bucket-o-chains. And how can you pass up 3 pairs of leg warmers for $10?! Helluva deal, if you're a bug. Being recruited to set up tables and perform other heavy lifting duties with my pal Ellen from WABA, who most of you don't know, but you should. If you show up early next year, I'll point you out and she'll put YOU to work too. Connecting again with a few of the other non-vintage, non-CR regulars from the now defunct WABA swaps. I'm gonna miss those. Other new faces whose names I apologize for forgetting already, but I did get only 3 hours sleep, and hadn't eaten since 7:30. Yeah, so there was a swap, with something for everybody. Great warmup for Trexlertown. And a short vintage ride I was too tired to participate in (ask Harvey). But more importantly life went on. Some people rant, spew, and wave flags. Some spend a day among friends.