After the first morning and then doing the shop thing my back was feeling so much better, and my hip was still this morning but good now. Back was all better by sunday afternoon.
Of course I woke up and started getting ready only to realize well that my wallet (had ID and health card and work ID on me - from the TT) left wallet and the payment stuff (cards and cash) in an office drawer.
The van was on empty. E was out of the house already and well, shit - gonna be late for the ride. made it to the office and then the nearest not overpriced gas station on fumes. I don't usually put 19 gallons in the big van.
Hit the trails. tried riding down fosters and fucked it up monumentally. i was a mess on the bike. But i felt better.
Sunday did a bit more riding. planned for longer, left earlier - headed out, chill pace, felt good though - Fosters over to Dead Shed and then up to Hopkins Hill lot. Saw wacko. Waited for him and the crew grew a bit. The pace was awesome, chill, fun, and we were seeking out the more flow. Kind of opposite of what we normally do.
Came through stacy's ass (name of the trail - no i don't know who it is named after or who named it) we split up and headed back. And the flow and woops and stuff were so fun. Took a right at a pair of hikers smoking cigs. Yeah. tobacco, who the fuck smokes that in the woods, well these two were. and then I was just flowing behind steve, felt so good - ripping through... then i heard a weird sound. Like a rock hit the chainstay or something. It was different, odd but not much in the feedback that seemed distinctive.
And then we took a left turn and the bike washed out more and... fuck... rear is losing air...
fuck..
fuck fuck fuck....
but then I got excited because I could hear the leaking air - maybe i can use one of my plugs and it'll be all good...
nope...
found a crack in the carbon rim. Cracking these rims would have absolutely destroyed the alloy rim, so that's not terrible. I started the day with 11.5 PSI in the rear tire - maybe I need to stick to 12 as a minumum with the new wheels.
Well.
It wasn't holding air - looked like the air was leaking from the crack (it wasn't - there was also a very small cut in the tire right at that point - but not pluggable - but i didn't notice that till I was taking it apart). Gonna need to get some more base tape. https://www.mcmaster.com/1781n11 looks like the right stuff - cheaper than others.
so anyway - bike is sitting at the shop and once again spent time with the bike instead of building bikes... and hoping carbon care covers the wheel replacement/warranty. We'll see. I guess I need to make sure to put an extra bit of air, maybe run more sealant, dunno, but again, let me re-iterate. It SUCKS inflating a 29x3" tube with a mini-pump, and yes - C02 are awesome, but I'd need to carry a half dozen of them regular sizes to fill this tire.
Was a great ride - not feeling tired - felt fresh was really having fun, back was loosening up, hip was feeling great. All good shit.
And even that didn't mess it up. I do have the back up wheels I can put on there, waiting on timing from the mothership as far as replacement goes.
Tired - but feeling good. Murderbot book 5 was fabulous. Super enjoyable btw. also a quick read, easy read maybe but also fun so easier to read full on fun books.
The day has gone sideways but kind of normal - shit's gone sideways and we may be in a 4 wheel drift but i'm just barely able to keep it under control... barely...
so i guess it is all just as it is always...
i'm hanging on - reacting to shit instead of planning heading towards a destination...
life -
that's why i guess Amor Fati Motherfuckers works so well for me -
heddwch
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