By the way, ya might wanna do a little better job of aligning those cups next time. Do the Reverend King some justice.
I just couldn't get enough last week. Tonight on the ride home I took a slow motion fall on my right side while cutting through an icy park for a pee stop. Fell right onto the healing knee scabs of last week's fun in the sun pavement ritual. I've grown accustomed to hopping up from so many falls it was kind of interesting to have one where I actually paused for a few minutes because the pain of re-injury made me see white light and curse like a sailor on leave who's sober against his will.
I'm tired of winter. Actually, I'm tired of clear, glassy, slicker-than-owl-shit ice. I read today that only Siberia has greater temperature fluctuations than Minnesota. (For March we have something like a 114 degree temp range.) I'm ready for clear roads. I'm ready for that first evening I pedal away from work overdressed because it got warm and stayed warm. I'm ready for that first after work beer ride where the sunset doesn't urge me toward indoors because I'm freezing my chamois off.
Those days are coming. We have at least one more night forecast to be below zero this week. Then, perhaps, a warm weekend. Maybe. But, before that, snow tonight? Joy. It's been a long winter.
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the alignment was on purpose, and its existence and installation is nothing more than overkill, especially on a Surly frame. The unbranded OEM loose ball headset on my 20-year old steel Trek is still running fine, by the way.
Easy, killer. Let's drop the topics of beards and King headsets. Can't we just be friends again?
Actually, let's crucify your landlord. Then make him into some Tordadoes to be served at the next Flecktoberfest.
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