Friday, July 31, 2009
My bikes are an accumulation of used upper end parts that no one wants anymore. They are like rolling islands of misfit toys. I replace seals, bearings, etc. and try to squeeze a few more years out of them. I was replacing spokes after my wheel fiasco last week and I noticed I have about 26 different spoke/nipple combinations on the rear wheel. How crappy are my bikes you wonder? I put my single speed on the MMBA page at the end of last season for $250 OBO and got no bites. I then sold the frame on ebay for $40 and bought the Inglis frame to build up my current steed. I asked the guy I bought the frame from what year it was. He had no idea. The guy he bought it from had bought it used. My bike has been passed around more than a pit hussy. But that's OK, I love my bike as much as anyone loves their carbon fiber Gary Fisher Super Fly 29er. I just really want a Fox Forx.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Sunday morning I planned on taking the kids to church. I woke up early to feed the dogs but instead of going back to bed, I decided to get my Inglis back up and running by converting the rear wheel from my Felt to a single speed. As I started to pull the wheel off my bike I had a change of heart; I put the Felt back together, washed off the mud from the Yankee Springs race in April, and let the kids sleep in so I could ride. Since God is omnipresent I figured what the hell.
This is the part of the story where a physiologist could have a field day: I was overcome with guilt for neglecting my Felt this summer, as if it rolled it eyes and sighed: "sure, screw up your single speed and come crawling back to me." I half expected it to launch me into a tree to make this point. It didn't. It worked fine. It was a good ride, but now my Inglis is upset with me.
Friday, July 24, 2009
I am not cool enough for NY punk. I am not cool enough to ride a fixie. A girl came up to me at the Yeah Yeah Yeahs concert and asked if I was with the band, apparently assuming I was their accountant because I clearly didn't belong in that crowd. That was the first time my complete and unapologetic lack of coolness has been an issue since high school, although, I do secretly want a fixie and a tattoo. I will fit in with the Tori Amos crowd much better, even if my wife is just a prop.