I ran some errands this morning, and got a cup of coffee at The Flying Goat in Santa Rosa’s Railroad Square. This should be a Coffeeneuring Permanent. Nine years ago I rode by The Flying Goat on the Quickbeam, and was chased down by Buck, a fellow who builds frames for Chris King now. Randomly running into him at the Oregon Manifest kickoff party several years ago was crucial to me having anything to report to Bicycle Times at all…
/digression
$2.50 in my own cup, pretty smokey flavor, okay crema. Fantastic ambience. Other groovy bikes locked up (or not) in the vicinity.
Your reading material looks like what I’ve been absorbed in lately. That’s what I call well-executed errand-running.