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Jay Beattie
Jun 16, 2013, 8:35:33 PM6/16/13
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Another PDX bike shop -- this one about a half-mile from my house.
http://www.oregonlive.com/business/index.ssf/2013/06/burlingame_bikes_product_of_fa.html
If Portland were a dog, and LBS were fleas, the dog would die due to
blood loss.
-- Jay Beattie.
http://www.oregonlive.com/business/index.ssf/2013/06/burlingame_bikes_product_of_fa.html
If Portland were a dog, and LBS were fleas, the dog would die due to
blood loss.
-- Jay Beattie.
AMuzi
Jun 16, 2013, 8:41:56 PM6/16/13
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Bianchi dealership. Then I zoomed in. The green one's not a
Bianchi and I think that's his personal fleet on the rack,
not new bikes.
--
Andrew Muzi
<www.yellowjersey.org/>
Open every day since 1 April, 1971
Jay Beattie
Jun 16, 2013, 11:31:07 PM6/16/13
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On Jun 16, 5:41 pm, AMuzi <a...@yellowjersey.org> wrote:
> On 6/16/2013 7:35 PM, Jay Beattie wrote:
>
> > Another PDX bike shop -- this one about a half-mile from my house.
> >http://www.oregonlive.com/business/index.ssf/2013/06/burlingame_bikes...
> On 6/16/2013 7:35 PM, Jay Beattie wrote:
>
> > Another PDX bike shop -- this one about a half-mile from my house.
>
> > If Portland were a dog, and LBS were fleas, the dog would die due to
> > blood loss.
>
> > -- Jay Beattie.
>
> I wondered how the heck a startup in a crowded market gets a
> Bianchi dealership. Then I zoomed in. The green one's not a
> Bianchi and I think that's his personal fleet on the rack,
> not new bikes.
Yes, the guy's niche is "classic" steel frames and a cabinet full of
> > If Portland were a dog, and LBS were fleas, the dog would die due to
> > blood loss.
>
> > -- Jay Beattie.
>
> I wondered how the heck a startup in a crowded market gets a
> Bianchi dealership. Then I zoomed in. The green one's not a
> Bianchi and I think that's his personal fleet on the rack,
> not new bikes.
old and NOS stuff. Small stock so far. I stopped by to chat with the
owner and his son. They're trying to be both a specialty retro shop
and and a neighborhood shop with all the usual consumables. Their
primary line is Jamis -- all road bikes. The shop has an impressive
work area and assortment of tools. I hope they can pull it off . . .
but they're going to have to work the hell out of that niche, or
they're going to have to approach it like the shop less than a mile a
way to the east that is basically a run as a hobby from what I can
tell. http://www.ensellebikes.com/
-- Jay Beattie.
Duane
Jun 17, 2013, 8:51:23 AM6/17/13
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and that's what they'll sell. The shop I go to sells Specialized and
Cervello. There's another shop 1 block away selling Trek and another
not very far selling Giant. It doesn't help prices much as there's not
effectively any competition.
I prefer the old style shops I remember in the states where they would
have a few brands they specialized in but would order anything that you
want. Not sure if they exist anymore.
sms
Jun 17, 2013, 12:53:50 PM6/17/13
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the bikes I need to buy for the spousal unit and child-units aren't made
by Trek or Specialized anyway and I have to go to a shop selling the
second-tier brands like Marin, Jamis, or Redline. That's fine with me.
The tied shops are doing well selling the high-priced CF road bikes and
the other shops survive (barely) selling more functional products.
datakoll
Jun 17, 2013, 2:36:48 PM6/17/13
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rain poured in sheets
streaming down the street
darkness
ahead, a neon sign blazed down a brick building
LBS LBS LBS flashed the sign
outside on the side walk
a tall man in tuxedo with long fangs for teeth...
thirty-six
Jun 18, 2013, 2:32:51 PM6/18/13
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Nah, it's no good, I've already fergotton where I grabbed the button.
thirty-six
Jun 18, 2013, 2:33:57 PM6/18/13
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datakoll
Jun 21, 2013, 8:42:06 PM6/21/13
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RAIN poured down the street gurgling toward the new LBS LBS sign.
Heavy rain, road surface frictionless we flowed along past 4 sea otters sitting on the curb eating shrimp take out.
Orange dots swarmed way down the street, rainproof fire flies.
A black Lincoln stretcher parking lights on parked opposite the tall tuxedo man blazing red red red under the blazing orange LBS LBS neon.
Tux held a taco ed wheel…a fiberglass rod spoked thru the hub wheel.
There was a sulfur smell from Mt Helens
Ronnie rolled up to Tux n said,
TRICK OR TREAT !
(Ron’s retarded)
Tux grumbled a deep throated laugh, “ I can use a Treat”
Ron asked: DO YOU RIDE ?
Tux, who was dry under a pouring rain, facto apparently unnoticed by Ronnie, who as I mentioned is retarded
Grumbling more deep throated laughter said,
No but my daughter does..
I jolted sideways leaving eardrums suspended as a jet engine screaming pierced out at us from the stretcher..
The thick plank LBS door ‘burst open’
A hobbling short aproned fatman holding a new fiberglass spoked wheel limped out under an umbrella
The EARPIERCING BANSHEE SCREAMING stopped…
Fatman said in a heavy German accent, ‘look, we have one in your color. Nice huh ? Jesus man, what was that noise ?
The Lincoln began SCREAMING again.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII….
NOT TO BE CONTINUED….
Heavy rain, road surface frictionless we flowed along past 4 sea otters sitting on the curb eating shrimp take out.
Orange dots swarmed way down the street, rainproof fire flies.
A black Lincoln stretcher parking lights on parked opposite the tall tuxedo man blazing red red red under the blazing orange LBS LBS neon.
Tux held a taco ed wheel…a fiberglass rod spoked thru the hub wheel.
There was a sulfur smell from Mt Helens
Ronnie rolled up to Tux n said,
TRICK OR TREAT !
(Ron’s retarded)
Tux grumbled a deep throated laugh, “ I can use a Treat”
Ron asked: DO YOU RIDE ?
Tux, who was dry under a pouring rain, facto apparently unnoticed by Ronnie, who as I mentioned is retarded
Grumbling more deep throated laughter said,
No but my daughter does..
I jolted sideways leaving eardrums suspended as a jet engine screaming pierced out at us from the stretcher..
The thick plank LBS door ‘burst open’
A hobbling short aproned fatman holding a new fiberglass spoked wheel limped out under an umbrella
The EARPIERCING BANSHEE SCREAMING stopped…
Fatman said in a heavy German accent, ‘look, we have one in your color. Nice huh ? Jesus man, what was that noise ?
The Lincoln began SCREAMING again.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII….
NOT TO BE CONTINUED….
Duane Hébert
Jun 21, 2013, 9:40:07 PM6/21/13
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On 6/21/2013 8:42 PM, datakoll wrote:
> RAIN poured down the street gurgling toward the new LBS LBS sign.
>
> Heavy rain, road surface frictionless we flowed along past 4 sea otters sitting on the curb eating shrimp take out.
>
> Orange dots swarmed way down the street, rainproof fire flies.
>
> A black Lincoln stretcher parking lights on parked opposite the tall tuxedo man blazing red red red under the blazing orange LBS LBS neon.
>
> Tux held a taco ed wheel�a fiberglass rod spoked thru the hub wheel.
> RAIN poured down the street gurgling toward the new LBS LBS sign.
>
> Heavy rain, road surface frictionless we flowed along past 4 sea otters sitting on the curb eating shrimp take out.
>
> Orange dots swarmed way down the street, rainproof fire flies.
>
> A black Lincoln stretcher parking lights on parked opposite the tall tuxedo man blazing red red red under the blazing orange LBS LBS neon.
>
>
> There was a sulfur smell from Mt Helens
>
> Ronnie rolled up to Tux n said,
> TRICK OR TREAT !
> (Ron�s retarded)
> There was a sulfur smell from Mt Helens
>
> Ronnie rolled up to Tux n said,
> TRICK OR TREAT !
>
> Tux grumbled a deep throated laugh, � I can use a Treat�
>
> Ron asked: DO YOU RIDE ?
>
> Tux, who was dry under a pouring rain, facto apparently unnoticed by Ronnie, who as I mentioned is retarded
>
> Grumbling more deep throated laughter said,
> No but my daughter does..
>
> I jolted sideways leaving eardrums suspended as a jet engine screaming pierced out at us from the stretcher..
>
> The thick plank LBS door �burst open�
> Ron asked: DO YOU RIDE ?
>
> Tux, who was dry under a pouring rain, facto apparently unnoticed by Ronnie, who as I mentioned is retarded
>
> Grumbling more deep throated laughter said,
> No but my daughter does..
>
> I jolted sideways leaving eardrums suspended as a jet engine screaming pierced out at us from the stretcher..
>
> A hobbling short aproned fatman holding a new fiberglass spoked wheel limped out under an umbrella
>
> The EARPIERCING BANSHEE SCREAMING stopped�
>
>
> Fatman said in a heavy German accent, �look, we have one in your color. Nice huh ? Jesus man, what was that noise ?
>
> The Lincoln began SCREAMING again.
>
> IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII�.
> The Lincoln began SCREAMING again.
>
>
> NOT TO BE CONTINUED�.
>
I'm impressed. Cross between Burroughs and Tom Waits.
datakoll
Jun 21, 2013, 9:45:46 PM6/21/13
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in film.
Portland rwquires a fluid medium
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