New year underway…. soon.
The project bike has been sitting in the basement for several weeks waiting for minor tweaks. I swapped out the handlebars a couple weeks ago, and finally got around to re-running the brake cables and wrapping the handlebars (I think I managed about a quarter-assed tape job, but it’s my first try). It’s about where I wanted it, minus:
- re-dishing the rear wheel for perfect chainline (this gets the job done, though it’s about 5mm off)
- putting on a track cog to give fixed gear riding a shot
- getting me in good enough shape to ride single speed.
Now I want to take it on my commute tomorrow.
I’ve only taken the bike to work once so far. That’s frustrating, especially since I haven’t been taking advantage of the beautiful biking weather we’ve had the last couple days (30s, 40s? Toss on a sweater, keep pedaling, and it’s quite pleasant). I did manage a nice mid-20s 20 mile recreational ride on Saturday, though. That was nice. I need to do more rides that don’t begin or end with work :-/
In other news, I think I’m losing my mind:
Exhibit A: It took me almost an hour to send out an already-written word document as an attachment to some people I work with. About 15 minutes to draft a quick two sentence commentary, then 45 minutes of scouring the document, making sure it was the right version, that the previous version had been expunged from change tracking, that no included versions contained disparaging comments, profanity, or said “I made a doody“, and that the word document had not been magically replaced by a pornographic image between the last time I checked it and when I hit “attach”.
I’m seriously in the wrong line of work to be this fscking nervous around computers.
Exhibit B: I’ve been having odd dreams about being dead. Not disturbing, scary, or even really profound dreams, but actually amusing dreams about death. I’m basically going about my day, with everything normal until I eventually figure out that I’m a ghost. I try to pick things up. I think I succeed — the thing is in my hands, but not on the table — but eventually it evaporates from my hand and slowly fades back in at its original location. Aha!, I think, this explains the “ghost paradox” (the effect where ghosts in movies can walk through walls but never fall through the floor).
My brain never tells me how this explains it. I wake up before that part is revealed.