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Okay, my last fave is indeed a helpful little tool, but this, damn. If yr ever in Paris and need a bike shop, this is just about all you need. However, some shops specialize in vélos de ville or vélos électronique--in which case you might be SOL if you need a tube in a pinch. But still...fucking awesome...
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it's not an "if"...it's a "when".
so thanks, i'll be using this something fierce come l'avenir.
ummm wait a sec.
it's just a list of like a hundred shops.
no criteria? no clues as to which rule and which suck?
or did i miss sth?
Well, this will not be a problem by the time you make your next voyage to paris. Why? Cuz I'll have scoped many of them out already. I've already checked out a handful. You know how u.s. bike shops can be stand offish and mightier than though and totally fucking prickish? I've discovered that that's nothing compared to an icy french vélociste. you practically have to slap them in the face to grab their attention. Today I'm buying new tires cuz the sidewallz on mine are frayed and torn in a few places, which has me worried. So, yeah, expect a more informative version of that map in the future.
haha, +1 for 'icy french vélociste'
I went to Le Petit Boyauteur today. Fucking. Amazing. I hit 'em up at about 1 PM and I walk into a bike shop the size of office #151 in the conversing--no, smaller. And there are three old dudes drinking beaujolais and talking about this new vintage Cinelli that the store owner had just acquired. He was pretty curt with me--maybe because I interrupted their marveling. They had no tires though, so I'm tryin' somewhere else tomorrow. They had a lot of sick fucking steel road frames (Cinellis, a Guerciotti, a Mercian, couple old skool Bianchis, and that's just what I could recognize immediately) and a mess of random forks that looked equally sweet. I'll probably go back at a more convenient time, just to gawk.
i can hz pics?
pics de quoi?
oh, you know...the new shit i aint seen and wish i could be checkin out...and the purdy frames, and bike shops...
nvrmind.
oh. well i think i'm gonna make a start at a biker's guide to paris. basically i plan to check out as many of the non-vélo-de-ville shops as i can and write little reviews (what they carry, are they cool, where and when they're available). also, i wanna make it down to the vélodrome and, apparently, on the west side there's a horse-racing track with an inner loop that a bunch of amateurs use to race their road bikes. once i replace my shifter cables and get new tires, i'm gonna do it. some dude on pignonfixe told me that the guys there have some italian steel steeds that's knock yr fuckin' socks off.
I just went to Cycles Laurent. Way overpriced, but they just happened to be having a sale on Michelin tires, so I ended up buying from them. The dude I talked to was nice enough. I think he was amused at my inability to say "pneu" and get the 'p' right, since I was all pumped on adrenline and trying to speak faster than my french skillz would allow. But the main reason i'm writing this is, well, okay...
So, I got the tires and then asked for a pair of tire levers. I paid him, and then he came out from around the counter to shake my hand. After which, clypto that I apparently am, my unconscious fucking takes control for some reason and I straight up swipe the fine-ass shiny pen sitting on the counter top right in front of him--like really fucking quick. I take one step and all of the sudden I'm like "Wait, what the fuck am I doing?" So i turn around and put it back all "he he, gotchya! I mean, uh, I think I've made a terrible mistake." (But that last part was more like "je pensais que j'ai fait un faux pas terrible). Meanwhile, he's a deer in fucking headlights and I'm hoping he'll let me back in his shop if I need anything else.
In any case, maybe I was just nervous using my french when i'm all amped up from a ride, but , in any case, i'm glad that when it's time to panic, my unconscious just wants to freaking steal shit. Maybe if I hadn't popped up to say "hey, maybe you'll wana come back" I would have wound up with a free (yet very expensive looking) pen. Cuz those hands were fucking quick. Silly me.
cool!
you should write the definitive American-biker-in-Paris blog post somewhere. these reviews would be really useful.