Disaster: no chance to get to the bike show

I was slammed today at work. I barely got a bite of lunch, let alone get away to drool over all the handmade machines at the National Handmade Bikeshow.

As Red Foreman would say, "Work isn't fun. If it was fun they wouldn't call it work.. they'd call it happy fun time!"

So there you have it folks. No bike porn to provide you. No bamboo frames. No hand carved lugsets. No custom paint. No schwag! Dear lord, no schwag!

I'm leaving in the morning, will be in San Diego for a geekfest all next week, and it looks as if I won't be on a bicycle until next Friday, or maybe not until the time trial next Saturday Sunday! How's that for a training schedule?! Training? I don't need no stinkin' training!