Dear 842 Beacon St.,
You and I, we’ve been through a lot.
Remember back in 2008, when I got my first adult bike built up at your place? We were both kind of rough around the edges back then, and I felt a little left behind when you morphed into a way classier version of yourself a year later. Still, you were my destination of choice when NACCC blew through town, and my Boston go-to spot when I was
studying for a miserable mess because of the bar.
Because even when you started collecting really cool friends, who are fashionable to the point of spontaneously triggering insecurities citywide, they are some of the nicest bike friends I made in Boston. I can’t think of another bike shop where I could show up in a gold lamé mini skirt, and feel fabulous. Even at my age.
And let’s not forget those pretty frames you have now. Those aluminum welds on the Sprint? Pure sex.
Superb, I’m already missing your purple couch and those cartons of pineapple coconut water [which still taste...funny]. Don’t change too much until I get back.