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| Sideburnz' Mavic VW Jetta Sportwagon. Badass. |
This week we were lucky to be graced with the presence of my great, great friend, Sideburnz. Sideburnz' real name is Petar, and yes, he is Petar's namesake. Or is it vice-versa? I'm not sure how that works. Anyway, since our little guys were born, Sideburnz Petar has become Big Petar.
We didn't necessarily choose the name Petar solely because we love Big Petar so much we wanted to name one of our kids after him. But we do love him so much we had almost no qualms about naming one of our kids after him. Really, the only issue I had was concern that Sideburnz might be weirded out by it. So, when Oscar and Petar became the top two names on our list, I called him and told him: Dude, there's a chance we might name one of the boys Petar. You cool with that?
Yes. He was cool with that.
The impetus behind Petar's name was a desire, on my behalf, to connect the names somehow. But not in a super-obvious way, like with a rhyming, historical-biblical or alliterative scheme. (Larry and Jerry; Peter and Paul; Franky and Freddie; etc. Although, Cane and Able might have been pretty cool.) So as I was thinking about "Oscar" as a name -- how it's spelled, how it sounded -- the "ar" ending kind of stuck out to me.
Surprisingly, when I told Rose my idea, and how I had come to it, she liked it. I couldn't believe it. Although, thinking about it, of all my friends, Big Petar is probably the one she gets along with the best. She's usually even excited to see him when he comes to visit. So, with two very important people on board with "Petar," it just seemed right.
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Big Petar was here for two days. I got to ride with him on Tuesday's SJRR, and he spent the entire day with me at work yesterday, on "official" business. (He was building two Mavic neutral support bikes for a race in Sillinois this weekend.) I'm not sure if he really needed to do that, or if he did it for my sake, but it was really great to have him working in the stand next to me all day. It was just like the good old days of Valley Bike.
When he came to visit us in Cali, I had a Sideburnz Hangover when he left. I think that's because it was so good to have him visit me at a time when I wasn't really having that much fun in life, that when he left, I got sort of depressed. Not this time though. Life is good, and while a visit from 'Burnz makes it better, I'm feeling good this time around.
