these...
And these...
They were the holding together bits on those silver sheet metal shelves that you see everywhere. we've had three of them for years, and while useful they coldly spit in your face as you believe the "Easy Assembly" tag line that is written on the box. As interim co-head of the family I decreed today that these shall NEVER be taken down again. My gall began to rise approx 90 minutes in that I was crouched in our dank garage cutting my hands on sharp metal and kneeling on dead cockroaches instead of riding, so a rather embarrassing public display of negative emotion took place...
This display of distaste erupted into frank hostility upon completion of the second..
I got a hold of myself however before I created the third, the reason being my lovely wife had asked me to complete this task to make space in the garage for our firewood. Now, Girly Sue stayed up late making me "Enduro Cookies" for The Highlander which is coming up this Sunday. These little babies have peanut butter, raisins, oats, unrefined cane sugar, love and some chocolate in them.. Whilst not astronaut sports food, I'm betting that they will get me to where I need to go, esp about the point of lookout rd. I felt some what churlish having a strop about not riding, so I happily applied myself to completing the task at hand, then retired into the house for a coffee and a sample of said Enduro Cookies....
Look delicious don't they???
With all this garage cleaning, space saving and arranging it turns out that I have a functional, bijou man cave-ette. Behold!
It's compact, clean and it's mine. And for this I am thankful.
I'm loving my bike more and more every time I ride it, as I mentioned before I've now completely eschewed the world of multi gearing and have never been happier (or lighter or faster for that matter). I started riding a rigid GT 17 years ago and damn it all if I'm not full circle..
Yesterday in my post I claimed that I was a reluctant mechanic. The above should confirm it! CAST YOUR EYES upon the sum total of all of my extraneous bike tools/gear that I have amassed in three years (save for my Allen key/chainbreaker thing I carry in my bag and a 15mm closed head wrench to get at me nutted rear axle)...Yup. That's it.. A pedal wrench, two brushes, some zip ties and a roll of gaffer tap. Genius. The silver four-drawer thing on the bench contains an Allen key graveyard (all unusable sizes), some spare cleats/screws, the instructions for my Thomson seat post (the bling-est thing on my bike)and a bunch of pegs (to hang fusky chamois up). Didn't I tell you I was a stone cold pro?/?
I'm lucky though, because I have These Fellows ably abetting, aiding, hooking me up and generally saving my ass from minor mechanicals and anxiety whilst I'm illin in Rotorua.
I'm doubly especially lucky however, because I have This Guy acting as my fairy god mother (no, that's not right.. He's more of a Hairy God Father)from across the miles, If I lived in Aux I would deal with no one else..Even though I'm a six hour round trip away, and can't just drop in any more for a service, brother man still hooks me up on so many levels and for that I'm eternally grateful. It's a full blown bromance ( possibly one sided but hey, I've stalked before*)
One final thing I'm thankful for is the opportunity to burn the new incense I got given..It takes away that whole "cockroach graveyard" smell.
mmmmmm stretchy-nice-zen-smell-licious.
And finally, Ladies and Gentlemen, the minutemen.. They're late, great and jam econo.. RIP D Boon
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I've put together three of those shelves, though never on the same day. We will never dismantle them.
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