Tricia's Partial Mutterings

Chuck's

Well Wine is over. Thank goodness! I think the event went really well on the admin side and we did everything we could do to have a successful event. People just weren't bidding. Oh well. Such is life.

This morning I biked down to Chuck's Coffee Shop.

The place was jumping. It's "locally" world famous if you look closely in the picture. Sorry, it was the only one I could find that was decent. I sat at the bar which is a big U shape and seats about 12 people. To my right was Art, a 80 year old man that totally gave me the up and down when I came and sat next to him. To my left was two older women who were replaced by Lisa shortly after I sat. The food was pretty good, but I learned a few things...

They put rice in the salt shakers and a cracker in the sugar.

If Art spills coffee EVERYWHERE and it gets on you, he'll buy you breakfast.

Chuck is a flirt that reminds me of Jim Dole. He also rides his bicycle about 70-100 miles a week. He always has a bike in his truck.

The bikes that you petal with your hands takes a totally different set of muscles.

Art used to be a Pit Boss in Vegas during the 50's. Apparently (according to Chuck), he knows all the mob guys and has a ton of stories that could get him killed.

I need more air in my tires.

Wear shorts or high-waters when you ride a bike to prevent getting caught in the chain.

Chuck wanted to bike downtown and back. I declined. Yesterday wore me out. I would take a nap, but my stupid neighbors are talking right outside my door. I wish I had a bat. ;o)

Posted by tricia at September 25, 2005 01:07 PM