Apparently, according to myself and another recent Boulder-transplant, there is some phenomenon wherein one must pass a test or series of tests in order to move to a desired destination. In our respective cases, this came in the form of car troubles, among other things. In my particular case the "Boulder Hurdle" involved a timing belt breaking while driving along I-80 near Davenport, Iowa. With most of my worldly possessions neatly stuffed into my Mitsubishi Galant, I found myself unexpectedly saying farewell to the now-totaled hunk of metal. I guess that lengthy trip from Wisconsin to Colorado was just too much to ask. Rest in peace, Blue. You were a fine machine and wise beyond your years (2002). "The Mitz" must have sensed that I was looking for a reason to fully immerse myself in Boulder's flourishing bicycle community. I made it out here anyway, but not without some massive help and good deeds. It may not have gone as initially planned, but things rarely do...
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| Oh, the irony... |
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| Dash lights of doom. |
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| Someone's got to hold down the fort now that I'm gone... |
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