Saturday, March 08, 2008

A newly minted junior wheelsmith

I dragged my sorry carcass to HCHQ for the wheel building class on the wobbly Schwinn. I just rode out there without knowing the temperature and that is the way to do it. Just go, don't think about it. If I had known that it was FIVE FREAKIN' BELOW, I wouldn't have bothered. I would have eaten breakfast and driven instead.

But, I left the house after a banana and hustled to class. Five others and I learned the dark secrets of bicycles wheels from High Priest Jim. I didn't know that the tools of the smithy were rum, cigars and chickens, but that's how it is.

Really.

3 comments:

Beast1624 said...

...considering a smithy's tools, maybe I'll reconsider this wheel building thing.

bother yam said...

a good christian might find the whole procedure a bit blasphemous.

just a fair warnin'...

:)

Beast1624 said...

Depends on the definition of 'good'. If it's man's I'm screwed. Let me put it this way: I'm convinced that in heaven we will get to eat all the ice cream and drink all the beer we want.