It was Big at the Cub House
The last time i made it out to one of these events at the Cub House it was big - the swap, the show (of bikes and cars), the grub, the talk - all big. Or so i thought. That last time, and the time before that, what i thought was big was... well, comparatively not. Back then everything, except the cars of course, were packed into the Cub House's corner lot. That, spacious as it may be, would not have been nearly enough to accommodate all the sellers, the traders, the merchandise from the smallest glittering component to the largest Cousin It tandem, let alone all the sellers, the buyers, the advocates, trail-builders and dogs. For all that, the lot across the street was necessary too. It was plenty fun, there seemed to be a lot of merchandise being exchanged for cash. I, myself, came away with a seat post, while the mrs. found a team jacket which she intends to give to someone as a gift. Even Finn, who did not make the trip, was the recipient of a new tennis ball chucker. I have no ...
