The BYB was fixed. I watched it happen from the back of a decaying wooden rocking horse in the carport. The chain was a link too long so the new one was shorter. The frame of the bike had to be lengthened a tad to make it nice and tight.The repair dude was dressed in typical nothing-to-imagine biking Lycra so that answered the "do they wear it when not biking?" question.
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I ate an eyelashIt fell into my cereal. It was either eat it or fish it out. I don't have the dexterity to fossick for follicles so I ate it. But I swallowed it without biting so I don't know what it tastes like. Chicken hair?Killed the chain on the BYBThe chain kept slipping off and eventually snapped. I had the bike on its side for then back up multiple times in attempting to get the chain on but failed. Then the snapping happened.
I took the BYB out for a ride---wearing tracksuits pants and thus using them for actual exercise.I went along the paths I used to tread years before when I walked for exercise before shredding my hip ... from walking for exercise.I know; what a fucked thing.But there I was on paths trod before and instead of painful walking I was zipping along on the bike in comfort and blissed out on the rush of wind on my face.
We've been introducing comedy movies we love to theboy. On Sunday I showed him Anchorman.He loved it---right up to the part where Baxter the dog gets punted off the bridge. He cried for the rest of the movie. I told him Baxter was okay and returns to save the day but he was on a jag and couldn't help himself. He still found the movie hilarious---he loved Brick the most---but he'd be laughing, stop, then cry again.I have PTSD.
BYB is grouseApart from the gears not quite gripping if you stop pedaling in third the BYB is going great guns. I took theboy to school in the back cargo basket and we zoomed along. His weight makes the ride more stable. Later I took it for a ride up paths in the hills then enjoyed speeding down hills---something I have not done in a decade or more.
It was on the second shakedown cruise of the Big Yellow Bike, for I have named it thus as opposed to just describing it, that the stack happened. I tried to take a turn at an angle from a car-carved road through grass and there was a contributing divot twixt grass and pavement.
I saw in 5 am from no sleep and as I tried to drift away my pre-sleep thoughts were of events past; common when you have PTSD. As I did a quiet note of pride played for all past-Mikey both went through and did. past-Mikey is incredible; and now-Mikey struggles to understand how he endured it. He's still here; I'm still here.
As much as the sight of a brown chicken running at speed with a Pringle shard in its mouth delights me I realised the current Pringle distribution system was unfair since the scruff chicken always missed out.So, being the good technocrat I am, I redesigned distribution. Instead I crumble the Pringles in my hand and spread them in a line in front of the fence on their side.
Getting the gig for the Catalina Wine Mixer from Step Brothers.
I got a big yellow bike. It had to be big to take my ample frame. It means I now have transport to the shops and people's houses nearby where before I had to walk (too painful) or catch the bus (irritating).I had to get help with the controls and I half expected her to hang on to the side with a lit cig dangling and control it for me.It has electo-mechanical assist which is a good fit for me since I am part machine. We are technically sympatico.I can't ride it yet.