grief
My grandfather died yesterday (my mom's dad), I feel as though I should feel something. The truth is though, I barely knew him and hadn't seen in three years. I feel very apathetic right now although I'm sure at some point I should care. I can't remember a time I've been upset about death. It all seems very far away. Okay, enough deep personal rambling.
So I got this bike from my parents, it's my mom's bike she's had since she was younger than I am now. They got it all checked out and oiled and fixed and stuff at some bike place. As soon as I ride it though, it starts falling apart. There's some issues with stripped screws, too much oil and the pedals. So i fix it, screw everything back together etc... So then it falls apart again the next time I ride it, only this time, I'm riding it further. The pedals are slipping enough that it knocks the chain off. So I'm standing on Broadway getting my hands COVERED in bike grease fixing my chain. Then after a couple blocks, it slips off again...bah. So I walk home covered in grease. I think I've now fixed the problem though, with contact cement. I'm fairly sure everything still turns, and we'll see if the cement actually holds greasy metal...that stuff is powerful. I'll move on to something stronger if that doesn't work...like a new bike.
Some might ask, why on earth are you updating your live journal before 8:30 in the morning, this is YOU Erin, why are you awake. The answer is, I have to work at the school today in reception, and the General of the International Salvation Army is going to be there so I'm expected to look nice. I suppose I should get out of bed...oh well.
So I got this bike from my parents, it's my mom's bike she's had since she was younger than I am now. They got it all checked out and oiled and fixed and stuff at some bike place. As soon as I ride it though, it starts falling apart. There's some issues with stripped screws, too much oil and the pedals. So i fix it, screw everything back together etc... So then it falls apart again the next time I ride it, only this time, I'm riding it further. The pedals are slipping enough that it knocks the chain off. So I'm standing on Broadway getting my hands COVERED in bike grease fixing my chain. Then after a couple blocks, it slips off again...bah. So I walk home covered in grease. I think I've now fixed the problem though, with contact cement. I'm fairly sure everything still turns, and we'll see if the cement actually holds greasy metal...that stuff is powerful. I'll move on to something stronger if that doesn't work...like a new bike.
Some might ask, why on earth are you updating your live journal before 8:30 in the morning, this is YOU Erin, why are you awake. The answer is, I have to work at the school today in reception, and the General of the International Salvation Army is going to be there so I'm expected to look nice. I suppose I should get out of bed...oh well.