it is mechanical

the failure of my phone that is - it is just pressure on the fingerprint thing. So I played around - and fucking taped a stupid high grade japanese stainless steel nut from the SEM on there and MAGIC phone works again...

for now...

Smackdown was last night - surprisingly not terrible on the 38t Crockett. A lot of time spent in the 11tooth rear cog but it wasn't terrible. Realized that the seat is low, too low. Fixed it this morning and felt high but only at the beginning of the ride in. Downside - i rode in pants. It is way too hot to be riding in pants. But I had to go to the remote place first and well - street clothes and well. It isn't going to be fun riding home.

The ride up from down the hill sucked too - maybe I should have ridden the crossrip+ with the assist. My legs are tired.

Slept but not great. headache, tired.

Working with someone and they sort of pried more out of me than intended. Didn't feel good to delve into that dark hole but I became a bit more complex in their eyes. Nothing terrible but oh well. Kind of unsettled the afternoon.

The fiasco with the new scope may be behind us, but man is it still as big of a headache as the one I still have.

I suppose I should write about smackdown separately. That way the title and opening line are clearly about bikes and not the boring stuff everyone skims over. Michigan is coming up way too soon and I STILL haven't planned anything out. Phone? coordinate? Me? fuck...  yeah I'll get there - i suppose I should call now but i'm getting interrupted and I can't put words together out of my mouth that make sense.

Not having to say the words is easier - i can think them, edit them, re-arrange them after they come out of my fingers. or just leave them and it makes no sense.

Like normally.

Funny moment last night - one of the many folks on the ride had one of them brand new super sleek Madones. The ones that are aero as fuck. Yeah? deep section wheels. And here I am on my new Trek, aluminum, cross bike with shitty heavy low profile TLR wheels and a 38t ring. And for the most part i was not slower. Now the fast kids on the not so fast bikes were still kicking my ass. And I should get into it a bit more on the separate entry for it but Justin C said it well: "The ride was a lot more fun when we were all not quite as fast." It is true. There was never really any SUPER fast people on the ride, and most everyone was about the same suck level and that makes it more fun.

Anyway - I'd better wrap this up and get back to dealing with everything...

we'll see if the phone fix survives the pedaling back to the remote location and then the bike shop and then home...

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