Damn it.

Sheldon Brown died. 

Sheldon was a man who rode bicycles.  A lot.  And thought.  A lot.  And decided to share what he knew.  On an epic scale - with no renumeration but your satisfied curiosity.

I'm not sure how one can possibly measure the number of people Sheldon was a virtual mentor for - nor the number of people who were encouraged to fix a bike, get on it, and in so doing, slowly begin to realize a vision of what our world could be - how we could live healthier, less wasteful, more aware and creative lives. I like to think the here and now is enough - that one must not need to be purchasing something in preparation for, jetting off, driving toward elsewhere to live.  And if Sheldon stood for anything, it was the counter principal; build, ride, live, right now.  And that seems to be something that people realize.

I'm currently working on a Pugeot fixed gear, frame found on the side of the road.   It may be a gift bike, or a loaner for anyone who visits.  Her name is Sheldon.