every mans life when turning single makes sense. For those of you whom I know away from this website, you’re well aware that I am single; given that my bike at this point is very muhc an extension of my true self (see Kant), it make sense (no really I guess it doens’t) that the bike following accordingly.
So yesterday the spoke in question pull completely through the rim, which suffered even more of a crack – from riding up hill. Weird sound, complete with a rim that rub the frame - fun, fun, fun.
Fortunately for me I was on my way to Truly Spokin in Pensacola.
Saying thank-you based on my treatment there would make no sense: – let me put it this way: When was the last time you left a bikeshop feeling guilty about how much you DID NOT spend? And I am not talking about the played-out “shop hook up” that ever kid in Atlanta wants… I walked/rode away from there with a new wheel, new chain, new sprocket, new tube, and the best install job ever for less than you spend for a movie and dinner. Mark, you are a Godsend. If you’re in need of repairs and live in Atlanta, it’s worth the drive!
So as for the single part – no more gears. Yup, fully one speed from here on out. I haven’t stopped pedaling since I left Atlanta, so it really is not that much of a difference. Plus I have normal wheel bolts which means that i can slap a peg on one side and try and icepick slide the T-1 ramp if I ever get out of Florida.
The one saving grace in all of this is that I am in what is probably the hottest, most beautiful part of Florida- currently, at Big Lagoon. While it’s been very difficult to relaxing for fear of something else breaking, I have tried the last two days to force myself to relax. Last evening I laid out on a picnic-table for about an hour in the middle of nowhere. I imagine if I had paid better attention in Elementary, Middle and High School I would be able to identify which star is which. There’s something to be said looking up. It can be extremely emotional when your world’s biggest problem 5 hours ago disappears after a few deep breathes.
On my way back into Alabama. The plan is to try and make it to Dauphin Island by this afternoon.
So yesterday the spoke in question pull completely through the rim, which suffered even more of a crack – from riding up hill. Weird sound, complete with a rim that rub the frame - fun, fun, fun.
Fortunately for me I was on my way to Truly Spokin in Pensacola.
Saying thank-you based on my treatment there would make no sense: – let me put it this way: When was the last time you left a bikeshop feeling guilty about how much you DID NOT spend? And I am not talking about the played-out “shop hook up” that ever kid in Atlanta wants… I walked/rode away from there with a new wheel, new chain, new sprocket, new tube, and the best install job ever for less than you spend for a movie and dinner. Mark, you are a Godsend. If you’re in need of repairs and live in Atlanta, it’s worth the drive!
So as for the single part – no more gears. Yup, fully one speed from here on out. I haven’t stopped pedaling since I left Atlanta, so it really is not that much of a difference. Plus I have normal wheel bolts which means that i can slap a peg on one side and try and icepick slide the T-1 ramp if I ever get out of Florida.
The one saving grace in all of this is that I am in what is probably the hottest, most beautiful part of Florida- currently, at Big Lagoon. While it’s been very difficult to relaxing for fear of something else breaking, I have tried the last two days to force myself to relax. Last evening I laid out on a picnic-table for about an hour in the middle of nowhere. I imagine if I had paid better attention in Elementary, Middle and High School I would be able to identify which star is which. There’s something to be said looking up. It can be extremely emotional when your world’s biggest problem 5 hours ago disappears after a few deep breathes.
On my way back into Alabama. The plan is to try and make it to Dauphin Island by this afternoon.
