The Wholly C.
There once was a Coloradoan aptly named Peter from Boulder (Which gives a pueblo to the south a cold
shoulder). He may be an anti-Shimano Ayatollah (Alias "Qui si parla Campagnolo"😉, But I hope to
C.-his-holm 'ere ere I grow older.
'Ere in the Centennial state, the People's Republic of Boulder in the north, dominated by the
University of Colorado and unimaginatively named for a rock, is often at odds with the Hispanic
worker's paradise of Pueblo in the south, dominated by a steel mill and named by an unimaginative
bi-lingual department of redundancy.
Actually, Peter seems like a nice guy (for a Boulderite who sells fancy-pants Italian bikes,
possibly on commission from the Vatican), so I should stop by his shop some day and see if he'll
sell me a set of his special flat-irons:
philarmitage.netboulder11.htmlOpen ↗
Thou art Peter and upon these rocks you may have climbed.
Next week: Simon Brooke