Got out for a mixed surface ride with my buddy Andrew who was riding a bike almost as old as me. It’s a ’74 Peugeot.
Went out for a bike ride in the local hood. Wound up whacking through some bushes in one segment. All part of the adventure.
This morning I bailed on my bestest riding buddy because I didn’t want to get the Karate Monkey just irresponsibly filthy on its first ride out after last night’s deluge blew through. Silly, I know, but I’m in no way obligated to make sense to you. I felt bad though and it lead me to…
Had to drop my van off for service at the top of the hill. Big ride downhill most the way home.
Dog needed some new flea/tick meds. Excuse for a ride. Also, new shoe day. It seems silly to have an emotional attachment to an inanimate, non-sentient object. Until it doesn’t. But you and I know that the attachment isn’t just to the object, but also to what it engenders when astride it. The attachment to…
Finally gave in and tore down the Cross Check, cleaned and rebuilt everything. Replaced a few parts that needed it.