Like a crazy illegal business that stays just one step ahead of the law, my shop (Patty still calls it a ""garage"") was transformed last night into a one-man sign-making sweatshop. Saw buzz and all kinds of other frenzy rolled into the little hours of today.
The end result was a dozen sandwich board signs for the upcoming race.
Badass zip ties. The whole idea of zip ties instead of hinges came from Gino of Round and Round fame. Bike event planning's foremost been-there-done-that guy, so who were we to argue. (Yeah, yeah, I'll cut the tails off. Don't get your shorts all in a bunch.)
Tonight, Mike came by and picked up the signs and there is zero evidence that anything every happened in my shop. (I mean garage.) I feel all stealthy.
In the meantime, a package that I was waiting for and actively tracking got delivered today and when the package comes from this place it means that your day is automatically special.
I scored a vest that is on killer sale. Vests are the most effective and under-rated garment ever. The clothing equivalent of comfort food. I'm wearing it now. And my new wool beanie, but I love the vest more. But I'm wearing them both to bed. Life is spectacular.