A champagne cork hangs from his seat, a throwback to 1920’s track racing when it represented the celebration of inevitable victory and the stored explosion waiting to pop from the rider’s legs.
Untapped potential like a Cornell Geo-Physics degree hanging on the wall of a Peat’s barista.
“In this economy I’m just grateful for a job,” he spouts with sincerity, not at all shy.
His interest in physics sprung from a love affair with a rainbow, he commuted to and from SF this weekend for 45min of music and studies the earth just to say he knows how it spins.
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