Day of one thousand thousand posts.

I ended up going riding..It was either that or go mad. A gauche 35 minute blast through a couple trails in the forest. Psychologically fortifying more than physically I think. I even drove there. Luxury. Chest doesn't feel too bad, and it was great to ride sans pack or tools... The phantom noise kept quiet for the most part, until the trail became sharper in it's dips and climbs. I'm convinced that the noise may be due to my entry level wheels flexing as they would be inclined to do with my lack of suspension (I think, I dunno).However, some lighter stiffer wheels wouldn't go amiss. I'll add em to the upgrade list. I'm having seditious thoughts "drink the wine...have some chocolate" and am fighting them off with marginal success. Tomorrow should be a better day.