I Should Have Know...

when I glued my fingers together (twice) trying to attach the head badge to the vintage Raleigh I was in for some struggles yesterday. After a long while of cleaning parts, dropping parts and assembling what I could, it went to Sir Wooley today for completion. The bottom bracket, which several folks assured me was Italian thread, is not fitting. Which is ironically, fitting. I also learned that a ball bearing dropped from about shoulder height will bounce about 18" high. Just before they roll under a trash can, car or other garage obstacle. Plus, don't mess with $80 Brooks bar tape -- leave it to the pros.

The bright side was that Sir Wooley assured me I "would be riding by the weekend." I am looking forward to it for sure -- having never ridden fixed before, I think I have a lot to learn.

Weather here was not conducive to riding Sunday (laugh now as Alaska Jill heads out into the Yukon for a 350 mile Ididarod race) so I was only able to spin on Saturday. Not sure if having a bad instructor is easier or worse. He is just learning, can't keep up with the students so spends over half the time off the bike. Lots of repetitive jumps, no climbs and irregular speed work. He'll learn.

On the doggie front, we realized just what a gentle giant Shilo is when late last night she tenderly tried to bring a baby rabbit into the house. She dropped it in the porch and it got away unscathed. Emily would have eaten it:)

Spin On