I needed some new chainring bolts, which Hank picked up for me on Friday, and I installed Friday night when Hank made it to my place around 1 a.m. That night involved installing my cranks and chainring, which was bent to all hell, hammering said chainring back into some sort of round shape, and shortening a chain with a hammer, screwdriver, and a lot of angry phone calls at 2 a.m. The end result is both beautiful and tragic.


Actually, I'm not at all sure what is tragic about it. I just threw that in for poetic license. That night also involved a trip to Kroger and going to bed at 4 a.m. knowing we would need to be up and on the road to get to the race by 7:30. Who the hell starts a race at 11 a.m. where they want people from out of town to show up? Oh well, Fixed Fight is on the horizon.
1 comment:
congrats on the new frame. looks great!!
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