Every few months or so, I buy one of those little cigars. I had to do something to get the sensation of the worst smell I have ever come across, and I’m convinced that tobacco is both a cancer fighter and causer, depending on your regularity of use. I took one long stoke and passed it to someone I know who will smoke, eat, or drink anything presented to him. I also brought him two shots of strong, expensive bourbon and down it went. No sipping, he just placed it into stomach via throat. Did I mention that the first purchase of the decade for me was a bottle of Kentucky straight? (on New Year’s Day)
The most horrible smell I have ever encountered is plastic epoxy, and the first time I encountered it was while passing through a mall, I ran into this stench coming from a nail salon combined with a popcorn stand on the other side of the hallway. The combination hit with such a disgusting potency, this made me hold my breath to bluing, and still I could not avoid that sensation lingering for days. It is a vile, vile smell. Epoxy usually smells like solvent, and granted – breathing it is to be avoided. But this… is bad.
My winter maintenance, meticulous and meditative, now comes to the pedals that I must clean out and rebuild. Represented on my work table are Japanese, Italian, US, and English pedals. The XTs on my current runner are the only ones in service. I don’t go clipless in the winter. I go with Chippewa boots.
I gotta face the poor carbon frame that I patched with that shit and sand that shit, and I’m going to wear a fucking mask but that smell is going to seep in and I’m shuddering now because it’s still stuck, maybe a few ppb, on my nose’s sensors. Stay the hell away from that stuff they call PLASTIC WELD. It can ruin a shop’s air like Kroil’s creepy oil, only more nasty a stench. I need some advice on how to patch the paint on a carbon frame. To start with, the Campagnolos that have been accross the continent with me a few times. I can only procrastinate pedals for so long. One running bike just isn’t enough.by