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Once upon a time there was a boy named Steven … this boy had a fascination with all things bicycle, especially all that was new and flashy and wonderful and expensive. But as time passed, the boy learned to love the traditions, the history, the elegance.

As he grew older and became a man, he found his love of tradition grew beyond bicycles and began to encompass other aspects of life. Bicycles. Music. Fashion. Movies. Eras past merging into the present.

The boy grew up in England, Tennessee, Minnesota, Los Angeles, and Belgium, attended university in Santa Cruz, and lived in San Francisco for 12 1/2 years (okay, 11 years in San Francisco, on Nob Hill, and a year-and-a-half in Emeryville, which is the armpit between Berkeley and Oakland).

Then the man that he became moved from San Francisco to Utah and found that what people in the Bay Area call mountains really don’t quite qualify when compared to the Wasatch and Uinta ranges. It took a couple years, but the boy inside rediscovered the joys of strapping a pair of planks to his feet and sliding down the mountain snow.

Politically, a Northern California Democrat. Moderate by NorCal standards, damn-near Communist by Utah standards, due to beliefs in universal tolerance, inclusion, compassion and respect for dissent.

The man tends to spend a lot of time in his own head, lost in thought … it’s better than a mindless video game! An information junkie, always reading something, whether its online, in a magazine, or a book, who just as happy sitting in a dark jazz bar, sipping a cocktail and listening to great music, as in a lively sushi restaurant, wandering through a museum, or playing in the mud and snow.

Witty and sarcastic, childish and campy, very dry and very subtle, with a love of debate and a willingness to argue pretty much anything, challenging peoples preconceptions, and being challenged in return.

A middle-aged man, who is still a punk rocker at heart. Southern roots dictate a love of country music, but tastes run to older and alt-country, bluegrass, and rockabilly.

Sinatra is a god, but Bobby Darin was always cooler, and Johnny Cash could kick both of their asses with his guitar tied behind his back. Jazz, Johnny Cash, and punk-rock. Great combo, eh?

When the spirits are low, when the day appears dark, when work becomes monotonous, when hope hardly seems worth having, just mount a bicycle and go out for a spin down the road, without thought on anything but the ride you are taking.

— Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (1859-1930)

What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.

— Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 – 1882)

Historia vero testis temporum, lux veritatis,
vita memoriae, magistra vitae.

— Cicero, De Oratore

History is the witness of the times, the light of truth,
the life of memory, the mistress of life.

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