He seems like a nice guy. Except my wallet went missing right after I met him. And I think that's my bike.

Phil is CLASSY, a real gentleman of quality. Knows how to do a lovely cheese/wine pairing AND can party 'til 8 a.m. A rare breed.

The first time I saw Phil I knew he was either totally awesome, or totally rolling, or both. Phil is always sporting a big smile, but it's not one of those vacant "I'm happy because I'm dumb" smiles. It's more like, "I'm happy because that's the best way to be." Phil rules, and I don't see him nearly enough.