Beausage is historical and liberating. Now that your bikes have some, you can ride harder, go places you might not have gone before and worry less. That’s liberating.
An amazing craftsperson I know, whose furniture goes for thousands of dollars, told me that he expects and hopes his furniture displays every nick and ding as a historical record of the events that occurred around it. I was reminded of this when I was in Japan refinishing the first table I had ever built. I saw a deep scratch in the top and remembered that it had happened the first week of the table’s life when the most wonderful dog I’ve ever known heard a clap of thunder. He leapt off the floor, pushed off the top of the table with his back claw and ran to his favorite hiding place in the back of the house. The dog passed several years before and I’ve always missed him. When I told my friend, who had known him when he was alive, that story, she asked that I not sand out that gouge. My advice would be to view those scratches differently. Rather than beating yourself up for a lack of bike packing prowess, reminisce about the time you spent in Yellowstone with your family and the torrential storm you drove through in Montana during that year’s vacation. You don’t get a repeat of that. Viva la beausage! John Niles, CA (where we rarely get to see real thunderstorms like I loved during my midwestern childhood) -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "RBW Owners Bunch" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to rbw-owners-bunch+unsubscr...@googlegroups.com. To view this discussion on the web visit https://groups.google.com/d/msgid/rbw-owners-bunch/2e4c8825-400f-4e8c-bec0-ed33b12995c0o%40googlegroups.com.
