Oops. Where does the time go.
I have been lazy. I have some excuses. I let this blog lapse terribly while I was finishing off the 100 Drawings in 100 Days on account of the terrible burden that little act of craziness placed on my normally unquenchable creativity.....My car broke (see previous entry for a full(ish) account of my mechanical ineptitude)....I had to.....do the washing? And paint stuff....
So. Not good excuses to be sure. But still.
At least I have been actually riding. And the other day I pulled the rear cassette on the Mongoose apart and scrubbed off all the crap that had built up on it over the last 15 years. While I'm not totally sure it rides any quieter or more smoothly for that, it at least looks better.
I even lugged that heavy bastard up over the hill behind the house and rode out to my daughter's school down some really quite steep hills before the heavens let loose and drenched me and her in the middle of soccer training so that was pretty hardcore and dedicated.
Didn't even mind getting wet for the handy excuse it provided to consume a hot chocolate at the very hospitable Great Northern Trading Post while we waited for Sandy to come and pick us up. I find the deliciousness of hot chocolate is directly related to how cold and uncomfortable you are when you drink it and frankly, that's about as close as I'm going to get to feeling like I'm at the snow for a while so it was all good.
Right now it's really quite early in the morning and I'm looking at a shopping cart (an electronic shopping cart of course...a real one would be silly) full of the last bits I need for the Slackline. Brakes, discs, shifter, rear derailleur (more or less all the bits with cables attached to them) and a chain. And I'm finding it very hard to pull the trigger on it. Which is just bizarre considering some of the things I've ordered from the internet at 3 in the morning.
I guess it might have something to do with the fact that this comparatively small package of bits costs more than I would pay for the bike I was checking out for my 7 year old the other day (I have an idea that I would like to use our sudden lack of vehicle as an excuse to start riding to school with her. And that's not going to happen on her pink chunk of iron with 16 inch wheels, 2cm cranks and a basket attached to it).
Screw it.
I'm pressing the buy button......
Crap.
Maybe tomorrow.
