This is a shameless attempt to save the the most advanced civilization in
history from imminent self destruction by eliminating carbon emission,
dependence on foreign sources of fuel,obesity, hypertension and diabetes.
Cycling accomplishes all those things at once and helps us develop a better
understanding of ourselves, each other and our relationship to the cosmos.

Oh, horse puckey!
I like to ride bikes, have been doing it all my life.
The rest of that crap is just a fringe benefit,
and the blogosphere gives me a chance to share my interior
monologue with virtual rather than imaginary friends.

Sunday, January 14, 2024

 So winter finally arrived in Michigan.  We got what looks like a foot or more overnight but I might be exaggerating.  It will take a couple of days for the roads to be useful

so I did what any reasonable person would do, 
stay inside, don't be part of the problem and 
give one of my bikes a bath.  
Winter had been so late coming 
I hadn't bothered to put studded tires on the Brompton.
Since it was ridiculously cold in the garage I brought it inside where I could bear to work on it.  Like most bikes it's easiest to flop it over on it's back 
 and it's pretty straight forward despite looking strange.
The challenging part about Brompton maintenance is removing the rear wheel.  I'm not belaboring the details, but disconnecting the shift cable from the hub, removing the chain tensioner, getting the wheel off and reassembling the whole thing is harder than origami.  Anybody who accomplishes this without profuse swearing in several languages deserves a degree in engineering or something..from somewhere. I flunk the swear test every time.
Afterwards, the frame pump fits back in it's little spot
The handy dandy toolkit that accomplishes all things Brompton
goes back inside the frame where it hides for next time.
and it's a cute little rubics cube  with spiky shoes, 
 ready for a few weeks of crusty roads. 










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