I never made it to New York... I made it to Philadelphia. My good friend Patrick told me that he had this friend named Anita and that we were totally going to hit it off because we were both artists working with metal. Naturally, with all the hype about her to me and me to her, we both were worried that we'd meet and not get along... but that didn't happen.
We went on to get a studio space together and an apartment together and fast forward to 2000 when I relocated back to the Bay Area for a job and while I don't remember the conversation, I somehow managed to convince Anita to move to the Bay Area with me. Driving across country, we played the "name game" using the names of famous artists. With both of us having degrees in Fine Art, the game lasted for hours.
Anita later settled in Santa Rosa and while it's a trek, we see each other from time to time and have even taking a neon class together at The Crucible.
Well... Anita is now married to a great guy named Marc and yesterday I attended her baby shower. The past few weeks I've been thinking about a gift and looking at her gift registry, but nothing felt right. While I haven't spent a lot of time with her husband Marc, I know that cycling is a very big part of his life having previously been a professional cyclist. So in thinking about what for the baby for someone creative and someone into cycling, I thought what better way to celebrate this little baby (who already has a name) than a gift that represents both his amazing parents! It was a hit. Yay!