God Jul!
Fröhliche Weihnachten!
Feliz Navidad!Buon Natale
Joyeux Noel!
Happy Hanukkah!
And to everyone i missed, Good wishes of the season!
Sunday, 25 December 2016
Christmas 2016
A Happy Christmas to all!
God Jul!
Buon Natale
Joyeux Noel!
Happy Hanukkah!
And to everyone i missed, Good wishes of the season!
God Jul!
Buon Natale
Joyeux Noel!
Happy Hanukkah!
And to everyone i missed, Good wishes of the season!
Tuesday, 20 December 2016
20 December, 1976
40 years ago today...
i was riding home from work downtown. As our bus neared Michigan Boulevard, we watched a sizable motorcade speeding south along Michigan. There were several police cruisers, a black lino, and a CFD ambulance, lights ablaze and sirens howling.
We soon learnt that Hizzoner, Mayor Richard J. Daley had died.
Love him or hate him, there was no denying that he was a force of nature. i doubt that there will ever be another mayor of Chicago quite his equal.
(Soundtrack by the Late, Great Steve Goodman.)
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i was riding home from work downtown. As our bus neared Michigan Boulevard, we watched a sizable motorcade speeding south along Michigan. There were several police cruisers, a black lino, and a CFD ambulance, lights ablaze and sirens howling.
We soon learnt that Hizzoner, Mayor Richard J. Daley had died.
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| The Boss |
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| JFK rubbing elbows with the King Maker... |
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| Expressing his displeasure at the '68 Democratic Convention. |
Love him or hate him, there was no denying that he was a force of nature. i doubt that there will ever be another mayor of Chicago quite his equal.
(Soundtrack by the Late, Great Steve Goodman.)
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Monday, 5 December 2016
Signor Tonelli
That's what we called him, although we never really knew his real name.
Mr. Tonelli was the father of the owner of the pizzaria next door to our bike shop. We figured he was in his late 60's, maybe a bit older. Tonelli's was the name of the pizza place, although to the best of our knowledge no one there went by that name. He would help in the kitchen and in slower moments would come in and visit the shop.
His command of english was rudimentary, but we managed to learn from him -and his son- that he had been a racer for Bianchi's team before the war. i don't know what races he competed it- i wish now i had asked him. He told us a couple of amusing tales about Filiero Masi's womanizing and Cino Cinelli's tight-fistedness, among others.
We knew he followed the Giro d'Italia and the Tour de France and was a fan of Felice Gimondi. In the summer of '73, when we asked him who'd won the Tour, he just shook his head and said, "the Spaniard."
A post tonight on Mid-Life Cycling reminded me of our Mr. Tonelli.
One afternoon, he dropped in and watched our lead mechanic toss a taco'ed wheel into the trash. He pulled it out, eyeballed it, stuck the rim under the lip of the display case and did a dance step on it, put it in the jig and tweaked some spokes, pulled it back out and repeated the process twice more, and proudly presented a reasonably rideable wheel to an admiring audience.
It was a skill he'd undoubtedly learnt back in the days when racers had to do their own roadside repairs or take the long walk home.
We didn't have the heart to tell him that we'd already sold the customer a brand new wheel, but we did keep that wheel hanging up in the back shop for the rest of the summer.
Mr. Tonelli was the father of the owner of the pizzaria next door to our bike shop. We figured he was in his late 60's, maybe a bit older. Tonelli's was the name of the pizza place, although to the best of our knowledge no one there went by that name. He would help in the kitchen and in slower moments would come in and visit the shop.
His command of english was rudimentary, but we managed to learn from him -and his son- that he had been a racer for Bianchi's team before the war. i don't know what races he competed it- i wish now i had asked him. He told us a couple of amusing tales about Filiero Masi's womanizing and Cino Cinelli's tight-fistedness, among others.
We knew he followed the Giro d'Italia and the Tour de France and was a fan of Felice Gimondi. In the summer of '73, when we asked him who'd won the Tour, he just shook his head and said, "the Spaniard."
A post tonight on Mid-Life Cycling reminded me of our Mr. Tonelli.
One afternoon, he dropped in and watched our lead mechanic toss a taco'ed wheel into the trash. He pulled it out, eyeballed it, stuck the rim under the lip of the display case and did a dance step on it, put it in the jig and tweaked some spokes, pulled it back out and repeated the process twice more, and proudly presented a reasonably rideable wheel to an admiring audience.
It was a skill he'd undoubtedly learnt back in the days when racers had to do their own roadside repairs or take the long walk home.
We didn't have the heart to tell him that we'd already sold the customer a brand new wheel, but we did keep that wheel hanging up in the back shop for the rest of the summer.
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