Yesterday we had a cross country cyclist stop into the shop. While always tan, windblown, and generally exciting, there is nothing really out of the ordinary about this, except he was riding an Ira Ryan touring bike.

It is pretty cool to have a bike built by an old roommate and good friend stop in. Not as good as if it had been the Ira himself, but we still got some good biking stories over a beer on the patio at the Trumpet Blossom.

Roaming closer to home, the buffalo (okay, bison) that are part of a mural long covered up were uncovered when a building on the ped mall was demolished, pretty cool peek at local history. Read more about it here.