As I work along, surrounded by noise, I am in a world of difficulty and challenge and I am too close to a busy road for all to see. I don’t understand how so many people use this road
but it’s full of cars and trucks all day long. In Mt. Vernon, everyone drives, every day.
Also I’m downwind of a place that burns dead people. I sometimes just have to get on the bike and leave.
I had left Seattle’s quiet apartment after only two months of living there. I’d love to go back – to the city, not the apartment. Today and a week from today I’m in a maintenance camp; hellish at times, and I’m persevering. I had bought a 1972 bread truck from the guy I used to live with and this is something I should have done a few months ago.
I’m painfully slow at rebuilding this engine. It is so much harder than building bicycles. Somehow scraping old gaskets off of so many parts with 2 year old gasoline as the ambient smell isn’t as joyous as cleaning cogs.
Noise all day. Trucks sitting and running, or coming and going. It is madness, all day, and I have ear plugs in.
At the college and there’s a little engine running somewhere that you can’t hear amid the noise of construction, trucks, death metal, Mexican music blasting from cars zooming by. Late at night, like now, it is a constant rattle.
It both greets and mocks me in the relative quiet of night. Lance and I walk in the cool air, and I refect on the status of things.
My road bike was knocked out of commission during an attempted shift cable change. A stuck cable end, with no way to remove it.
This is the most challenging bike repair item I’ve had in a long, long time. This is a job for an EDM, which I sure don’t have in the box.
So, I’m thinking about just putting the Shimano back on ‘er for a few months, and put the Campy in box, and sell the mismatched wheels.
Or, I’ll get ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOP *and* R done, then S will be to slay this problem with some special tool I have yet to make/buy/use.
I have to share this amazing product with you – OSPHO is a substance that literally eats rust. When you need to paint something steel, this is the stuff you need. I cannot beleive I just found out about this. Amazing, kickass stuff. +It contains phosphoric acid. You get it at the hardware store.
Maintenance camp awaits tomorrow, again – there is no day off for me. There is no done. Painfully sore, I face these tasks alone.
It does not matter to me how long it takes. My life is difficult.
It just is that way.
I knew what I was getting into when I started.
How am I putting my miles in, you ask? Buying all my gaskets one at a time, and pulling shit like this:
I could have driven. I have that option. This was a choice – but…
who is in charge here?by