My kingdom for a headset press! (Warning: Actual kingdom consists of a Tinkertoy Ferris wheel, a Lego building with stairs that go no where, and a couple Lincoln log cabins).
Sitting in traffic on the way home, after turning off of a sitting in traffic thorough-go-no-where-fare only to sit in more traffic once the traffic started moving staring at a check engine light mocking* me, had me daydreaming of the copacetic delectation of bike commuting. Such a wide shoulder meandering into the hills far, far away from the idling iron coffins of doom. But alas, I need a headset press. That's the only thing preventing me from finishing building up a commutercycle.
I have decided against riding my only mtb as a commuter due to:
- it having to live outside in the elements (not inside the element)
- no windows at work to see said outside in the elements bike
- it would break the bank big time to have to replace the bike if something happened
- too many expensive components too easily removable from the bike
- the thought of a carbon fork mingling and knocking about others frightens me
- it would break the bank big time to have to replace the bike if something happened
- friends scared me with tales of horror and bike thefts
- it would break the bank big time to have to replace the bike if something happened
- loss of it could be detrimental to my health
The conundrum: Work has me unable to get to a bike shop before closing hours and the closest local shop doesn't do wrench work on Saturdays. Drats, if only I had some opportunity to win a small wheeled Canardian bike-a-cycle!
So, until I can get the headset issue resolved, call me "Sits in traffic".
* check engine light is for a random misfire that I took the car back two times last week for the dealer to fix. Twice they had it overnight. Twice they said it was nothing, yet here it is, staring at me, mocking me, drawing my eyes with its amber shine down and to the left, down and to the left, down and to the left...
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