In article <[email hidden]>,
Kevan Smith said:I'd love a plastic big wheel in my size.
Metal woudl be cool, too. Or maybe carbon ....
I'd be happy w/ flat chainrings that don't bump-&-grind the chain against the fder in certain gear
combos. And looking for strings of parked cars to reflect the sound of what's going on in the
drivetrain, so I can discern & analyze it.
I wish you well in your quest for a plastic wheel.
I kinda wanna head 400 kliks north & east to the Yellow Country of the Thompson River Valley, where
black widow spiders and rattlesnakes enjoy hurtin' ppl. Where I can earn a living hauling pigs to
the slaughterhouse, and getting [censored]-assed cows' heads unstuck from between fence rails, and have to
scrape mung from the heels & soles of my boots before stepping into an house.
No, I don't.
I wanna stay here in Vancouver, with my lowly, non-Ti bikes that get me everywhere. My current
listening to The Who's Quadraphenia reinforces my sentiments.
JHVH, puhleez lemme stay here, where fresh seafood abounds!
ARRGGHHHHHH!!!!
AARRRRGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!
Being /totally/ broke ain't pretty. Not by a long shot.
I hope there's a decent bike shop in Cache Creek.
If not, maybe I should see to it that there is.
Maybe there's a pot of gold at the end of the ... It sure don't seem like it. OTOH, life is an
adventure. Always has been; always will be. What's behind the curve up ahead?
cheers, Tom
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