It’s the middle of the night and I’m awake again. This could be my new thing. I’ve been up since 2:30am.
Shit. Someone’s gotta watch the sun warm in the east every morning. It might as well be me, I suppose.
In my garage, at the moment, there are no less than three shady rear road wheels. That would be the one I bitched up on Wednesday, some god-awful clapped out thing Bensy and Snake treated like a three dollar whore for years and my busted up Rolf. I didn’t know the Rolf was busted till I took it out of the bag (yes, it’s been in a wheel bag for well over a year) and slid it in pinky.
Maybe that didn’t come out right…
Anyway, the hub cracked like many of them did. This is an old wheel we’re talking about, as in years old. It’s no bueno. I didn’t take any pics, but you can find ’em on the net already: felixwong.com/news/…broken-rolf-wheel and bikexprt.com
Looks like I’m going to have to steal the wheels off my wife’s bike to get out on the Saturday ride this week. I mentioned something to her about “borrowing” her rear wheel and she said, “Absolutely not. Break your own stuff.”
Today’s link dump:
[How’d they do that?] velocitynation.com
[Tucson crazy town] tucsonweekly.com
[Oh for fucks sake…] guardian.co.uk
[Monocycle replica] gizmodo.com
[Monocycle in action] gizmodo.com/video
Let the good times roll.by