Stevo blats:
>Pay attention now. This lady knows her stuff. If we treat her nice, she
>may be able to answer some questions for us.
>She left out the good part about building frames for that French
>mysteryclady who vanished into thin air. Tell us the story, Jackie.
No pressure or anything--jeez! Just when you think you're safe, the ex- spouse rears his head ;-)
Actually, we're pretty good friends. It's his fault I'm on this list!
In answer to his prodding...
The year was 1980. Reagan was just elected, Lennon was still alive. I answered an ad for mechanics for a new frame-building enterprise. Brigitte was her name--lots of free cash, estranged American husband. She hired me. Lots of Vitus tubes--a warehouse full. Too many glued- and-screwed frames. She was volitile. I learned how to cut tubes and braze. Things got weird. Brigitte spent lots of time on the phone SCREAMING in French. We fought (she fought with everybody). Was I fired or did I quit--no one really knows.
All of a sudden-poof--she's gone. I always suspected some sort of French Connection thing. About 6 months later, notice of Federal auction. Hmmmm.
Fast forward to '88. I visited a small builder north of Boston with one of my mechanics who wanted to buy some tubing. *THIS GUY HAD THE STOCK!*** (World is too damn small...) Turns out she really was importing something other than high quality cro-mo. My small triumph is that I was never supoened!
There you have it.
Jackie O, National Woman of Mystery
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