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Bacon in, Bacon Out

I went to Comet last night with some friends to celebrate my birthday. Nothing fancy—a nice, low key evening with a few people who are close to me. I fathomed not the berth of bacon that would befall mine bowels.

As my gullet quivered with greasy goodness, my propensity for things quite the opposite began to jingle-jangle: the awkward salvation army collector at the exit of my mind’s Downer Sendik’s. It screamed, in so many rings: ABORT MISSION. REPEAT: ABORT MISSION. DO NOT EAT. DROP THE BACON. DROP IT NOW. ABORT OR SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES.

And like most people, I ignored the bells, continuing instead to stuff copious amounts of hog belly into my own hog belly. Despite following the pound or more of bacon that I ate with an amazing vegan meatloaf, several beers and other drinks, I can still only say:

Bacon in, bacon out. Happy birthday, idiot.

Milwaukee Bike Collective

Milwaukee Bike Collective

I had a ridiculously tiring Wednesday, but knowing that I’d be going to the Bike Collective afterwards kept me going through the day. I also had lunch with a coworker at Thai Palace on Old World Third Street. The place is really hit or miss for anything but the entrées and drinks (the lunch service has been especially lackadaisical). That being said, my veggie curry was delicious but I wish I could say the same for my companion’s food. Moving on.

Immediately after work I biked to 29th and Clybourn, two streets south of Wisconsin Avenue.

Milwaukee Bike Collective

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Upon rolling up to the building, I saw Pops sitting outside. After recognizing who I was, he welcomed me in, registered me, and showed me around the place. There are frames everywhere. Frames upon frames upon frames. They seemed to multiply as the night came on. Wheels hung from the racks, organized parts filled boxes, and tools twitched in their resting places, anticipating the work ahead.

Milwaukee Bike Collective

A few more people arrived – another familiar face, besides Pops. And it turns out we know a bunch of the same people. Afterall, isn’t Milwaukee the biggest small town in the United States? We futzed around the shop a bit, I lingered through lugged frames and Huffys alike, and started stripping down a bike to fix up for Center Street Daze. Eventually we had a very informal but comfortable meeting – during which I ate the remainder of my lunch (so good). Anyhow, there’s lots to do, and I don’t know how much time I’ll have to contribute. It always seems I take on more work than I can handle – but I like a challenge and it keeps me sharp, so we’ll see how things go.

If you’re interested in getting involved, whether it be to fix bikes, donate parts, work on the website, flyers, etc. – let me know. Alternatively, just contact the collective. Their info can be found here. I’ll get some of my own photos soon – forgot to bring a camera! So photo credits to whoever took them!