Someone stole my bike last night.
It was on the rear rack of my car, in the parking lot of DoubleShot. I don't know who did it, but I'm pissed. Besides the obvious madness, I'm upset because this bike was REALLY expensive to build, and I can't afford another one. Also, I have attachments to this bike. It feels like someone stole my cat. It makes me very sad- I've ridden that bike everywhere (Costa Rica, Moab, Crested Butte, and everywhere in between).

This is a one-of-a-kind bike. There is no other bike like this in the entire world. Especially in Tulsa. It is a carbon fiber Trek 9.8. Has Easton carbon handlebars, FSA carbon cranks, XT front derailleur, XTR rear, Shimano 959 pedals, Mavic Crossmax SL wheels, Thomson stem and seatpost, XTR brakes and shifters, a yellow Selle Italia seat, and a Fox FLRT fork with dingy white rabbit fur fork boots.

If you see someone riding this in Tulsa (or anywhere) or see it on ebay, please let me know. Tackle them immediately and get my bike back please. Call the police. Or call me and I'll come beat the shit out of whoever took it.

This is not cool.
I'm going to write about my feelings concerning this very soon.

The crema that pours from the portafilter spouts on my espresso machine is huge. It is big and beautiful and rich and reddish brown. It is thick and long-standing. It smells like a coffeehouse ought to smell. It brings me great delight. And when I drink an espresso or an americano that has poured so perfectly and dripped so gently into my cup, it makes me smile. For real; not the fake, used car salesman type of smile. It is good. That's DoubleShot Coffee Company's Ambergris Espresso Blend.

On Friday night, my friend Kristin and I went to Berryhill to watch high school football. (Where?) Yeah, well, I've been on this kick to watch small-school football games lately. Anyway, after the game Kristin and I came back to DoubleShot for a cup of coffee. I made a presspot of Yemen Mocca Sanani. I'm not sure I've ever made a better presspot in my life. It was so damn good. Every time I took a drink, my mind would start racing, trying to cull the flavors I was tasting. Slightly sweet and smoooooth on top of a dry, heavy base. A hint of earthiness. Berries? What type of berries? Raspberry sauce drizzled on flourless chocolate cake. Complex. Beautiful. My favorite in recent memory.
And the great thing is, coffees like this Yemen or my espresso blend are so variable, so unpredictable, that each time I can have a slightly different experience.
It doesn't have to be consistent, it just has to be good.