If this is Thursday, then I must be at I. Martin. At least, it seems that way. Today, I’m having my Speedplay pedals put back on my bike. Last Thursday, they were coming off for my trip to Kansas City and the Tour de BBQ. So far this year, they’ve only had to box and ship and unpack and rebuild my bike once. They know me. They take care of my bike. They take care of me.

I suppose I could just get a pedal wrench and skip all the drama on the other end (see STP and Cyclefest finish line panic). I’d miss the sense of community. I’d miss making impulse buys.

Thank you, I. Martin!