Friday, April 13, 2007

What an evening

Still raining pretty hard on my way home, I was greeted with another surprise that was not of the welcome variety. I was almost home, when I heard a kind of grinding noise for about two pedal rotations and then BAM, my cranks became almost impossible to turn. I could turn them backwards, but they had a lot of resistant turning forward.

Disgruntled, I hopped off the bike and walked it through my parking lot and up to my apartment. I didn't even have the front door closed by the time my 'bar bag and lights were removed, and the bike got inverted.

Bottom bracket number two has left this world and passed on to a better place. This is seriously grating on me. This one didn't even last me a month. I don't have a crank puller, so I'll have to either take it to the shop, or go buy a crank puller. I should probably just buy the crank puller. Freaking unreal.

So, giving up on the Outlook for a while, I braved the rain-slicked highways in my Escort to take it to the guy who wanted to look at it. She held up great on the highway, even with the clutch. The guy wants to talk to his dad about my car first, as his dad will probably end up with my car. I need to go back up there tomorrow to see where he sits on this whole deal. As with anything on Craigslist, there are no promises worth relying on until you have cash or goods in your hand. The car's still for sale.

I had to go to the store just now, and I was astonished by what I saw. Flurries and rain. Together. What the deuce is going on? It's the middle of flippin' April! By the time I got out of the store, the rain was gone, leaving only really gooey, sticky flurries that turn to a thin layer of slush as they land on soaked, near-freezing surfaces. Children were going mad, trying to catch flurries on their tongues, and running around like it's winter all over again.

No road bike. Hybrid is down for the count. Looks like I break out the trusty mountain bike for a while.

1 comment:

A Midnight Rider said...

Bottom bracket again. Maybe there is something else going on. Or it wasn't installed properly.

I just packed the bike and am off to Providence for a breakfast ride on the East Bay Path. The wind is howling. This could be an adventure.

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