Bikes for sale

I quit.




Ok, I'm just selling some stuff.
One 2001 Rocky Mountain Trailhead, 21", hardtail with Xero wheelset and new Acera rear der. Commuter?  $200.
One Norco EX-C frame, 20.5 ", Fox fork, newer Shimano Deore crankset.  Great lightweight race frame.  $400.





Actually, I did start running this fall.  Barefoot, no less.  See Born to Run by MacDougall.  Now that it's cooler out, I have to wear shoes, so I bought a pair of water shoes at Walmart for 9.97.
I can do about 3 to 4 miles by now, and (gasp) loving it!

Side Job

Our house has been upside down for two months for painting, tiles, and flooring. This post celebrates the nailing in of the last major pieces.

Stairs

Dad and I cut all the pieces Monday. Today I glued and nailed them in.

Number One Mom!

I guess it's a bit late, and third-party too. 
My sister made this card for my mom back about 20 years ago, I guess.  Mom hung on to it and it was posted on her fridge last week. 

She made Mom happy, and the card makes me happy now.  I hope you enjoy it too.

I hope it's sufficiently anonymous, Sandy.  Also, Ramona did not take thid photo.  I did.

Cyclist vs Walker vs Hitchhiker

I intended to bike to my band directors' meeting in Carman today, but 19 miles into the ride my rear tire went flat. Assuming that the local farmers would not have a patch kit on hand, I decided to walk the remaining two miles to the highway, then thumb it into town. There would be plenty of pickup trucks on the highway that would have room for a bike and rider. I even changed into my civilian clothes in the ditch next to a windblown cornfield so that I would appear respectable and hygienic.

Changing clothes in the warm wind of a sunny September day in the dusty anonymity of a gravel backroad was almost enough to make this whole experience something to write about. It won't be many weeks before skin and sun are separated by impermeable and sweaty layers, the sweetness of the wind turns its sharp edge, and the proceeds from the rustling cornfield are hustled away from hungry deer. I'm thankful for the unexpected pleasure.

Anyway, the two mile walk to the highway took longer than I thought it would in my stiff soled shoes, and the four mile walk along the shoulder of busy highway 3 took even longer.

If a tree falls in the forest with no one around, does it make a sound? And if a cyclist walks with his thumb out for an hour, is he a hitchhiker?

I think I was a hitchhiker today. I tasted the dust of uninterested traffic and attempted to look sincere and purposeful. I fancy myself a hitchhiker, but judging from the tension in my hips, ankles, and quads, I'm no walker.

Clarification of previous post

Just in case I'm about to be branded some kind of weirdo, I will hereby state that in the photo below, the "left nut" is missing from the bike axle.

Cyclocross and my left nut

I love cyclocross. Darkcross was spectacular.
I did notice some unusual clunking noises toward the end of the race. Here is a photo of my bike from late at night when we got home.


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