Daily Doggy Activities
My bike had been making a new squeaking noise for a couple days. I decided the first day that it was a pedal or the crankset because it matched my pedaling rotation. Oiling those (and the chain which needed it anyway) didn't help. Then, Tuesday, experimenting with body movements, I decided it was the seatpost because I reproduced it by turning my hips back and forth. Squeak squeak.
I planned to look at it at home. A bit later, going north through Rogers Park, I realized that my sitting position felt...wrong. Soon, the change was significant enough that I realized I was slowly sitting further and further back and down.
Getting off and looking, I found that the two metal rails that hold the Moonsaddle had broken, leaving sharp points. One of them, it turned out, had put a hole in one of my really nice pairs of jeans. I sighed.
I squished the saddle back sort of into place and made it the rest of the way to Nathan's place for our scheduled evening of thrifting. The saddle lasted me about five or six years and I don't mind buying another one. I don't think I'm ever going back to a typical saddle with a nose.
I *do*, though, think I'm going to raise my handle bars to be a little kinder to my wrists. This may involve buying an extender for the stem and replacing all the brake and shift cables with longer ones. While I do that, I may replace a brake lever that probably has a bad spring. Stuff to do over the holiday break when I can take my bike in and put it on the stand.
Nathan and I had a fun time talking and exploring Goodwills in Skokie and Des Plaines. I found four more nifty shirts (including one with a nehru collar; I love those!), though no pants to replace my punctured pair. I threw them out right away so I wouldn't see them and be sad.
I planned to look at it at home. A bit later, going north through Rogers Park, I realized that my sitting position felt...wrong. Soon, the change was significant enough that I realized I was slowly sitting further and further back and down.
Getting off and looking, I found that the two metal rails that hold the Moonsaddle had broken, leaving sharp points. One of them, it turned out, had put a hole in one of my really nice pairs of jeans. I sighed.
I squished the saddle back sort of into place and made it the rest of the way to Nathan's place for our scheduled evening of thrifting. The saddle lasted me about five or six years and I don't mind buying another one. I don't think I'm ever going back to a typical saddle with a nose.
I *do*, though, think I'm going to raise my handle bars to be a little kinder to my wrists. This may involve buying an extender for the stem and replacing all the brake and shift cables with longer ones. While I do that, I may replace a brake lever that probably has a bad spring. Stuff to do over the holiday break when I can take my bike in and put it on the stand.
Nathan and I had a fun time talking and exploring Goodwills in Skokie and Des Plaines. I found four more nifty shirts (including one with a nehru collar; I love those!), though no pants to replace my punctured pair. I threw them out right away so I wouldn't see them and be sad.