There is an unwritten rule in the bike industry. Well, it's almost a commandment, actually. Gift a bike mechanic some beer, and you will be repaid in the future with some act of generosity. It's often termed getting bro'ed out. Well, Jeff and I have been on the receiving end of a lot of holiday generosity the past few days. Yesterday, Rob (the doc that delivered Owen) dropped off a MAGNUM of Duvel. Our eyes lit up like a pair of kids finding bb guns under the christmas tree. Then today, the mayor drops off a pair of Duvel 4 packs for us and the Grom brings us a bottle of Kriek (belgian cherry beer). What have we done to deserve such an outpouring of good tidings? I have no idea, but I hope it means we've been doing something right this year.
Now, needless to say, we had to sample our booty this evening as we closed up shop. The Kriek was good (better than Jeff expected) and the Duvel, as always, went down nice and smooth. Now I would like to unequivocally state that neither Jeff nor myself are cyclists with a drinking problem. We are drinkers with a cycling problem. Cyclocross and winter weather have certainly conspired to make us more Belgian in both sports and leisure. Oh well, there are worse problems to have...
I hope that everyone has a good holiday, regardless of your belief (or lack thereof). Anything that makes people consider those important to them and inspires people to be kinder and more generous to those they encounter is very good, indeed. Eat, drink, laugh and love as much as possible. I know I'm going to.
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