Saturday. 4:30 wake up. Coffee and bike swap. We drove over and started setting up our table well before dawn. We flew the pirate flag of course, representing ourselves proper. Everything here must go. We stole some saw horses from Brain's neighbor and some plywood from Brain's climbing wall and made a table. People were picking over our stuff with headlamps. Traditionally the pre-dawn hours are the best time to sell carbon fiber bits....unfortunately we only had one. It was the last item sold of the day. If someone left something on our table, like a cup or coffee or a pen, it was sold. We successfully traded a dried out Sharpie for a banana that was sitting in some guy's pocket. People were heckled into buying things they didn't even want. We even gave buyer incentives: A cuban cigar to he who buys the Kona or the VIKTOR torch set, ginger mints for random upscale sales, foil antennae for those who need help communicating their purchases. All told we had more fun than is safe at such an event and made our wallets fat doing it. Next time....more drinking!
But seriously people, what's the deal here? Why is it that we have to drive 250 miles to come to your town and make your bike swap such a good time. Take the fun into your own hands and stop taking yourselves so seriously. Where are the Tucson bike community locals that like to party and have a good time? Surely you have things to sell too. Why is it that so many square people are out on the streets selling off their back stock of spandex? It doesn't take a whole lot of effort or party to have fun here. Just try. Show some excitement, its six city blocks of free bike swap! Scrap the tents and the fancy displays and for God's sake, stop taking yourselves so seriously!
our ghetto fabulous table
check out this girl's rad moustache tattoo. I don't know who she is or who her tattoo depicts, but she clearly knows how to have a good time.