A clean cassette is a thing of beauty and so after a trip into town to restock on degreaser and *stuff*, I spent a very happy couple hours sat on the step in the sun-bathed courtyard taking Bob to bits completely and giving him a right good seeing to. He now gleams like a particularly gleamy thing and seems to have appreciated the attention as when I took him out for a test run, he changed up & down with a reassuring purr instead of the almost faltering kerchunk he'd developed over the last couple days. Happy bike, happy me. So.... yeah, um...I'm thinking of slightly pimping him. Just ever so slightly. New forks and a new brake system. I don't know what yet and I don't even know why. He works great as he is but I just feel I need to treat him.
I was working all day yesterday at the Bike Shop so only got the usual commute in (24'ish km). It was lovely though - despite a pre-6am alarm call! Its good craic in there and the day flew past. You can tell it spring now as the roadies have appeared en mass - lots of bike checks, setting up bikes, the buying of spares, more lycra, the hushed roadie spik (way over my head) and the test drives. A lycra clad chap was in at 8.30am test driving one of these.
Wheeling it through the back, I decided I cannot live any longer without one. So light, so airy, so smooooth. So outta my price range :( I half-jokingly asked to Bike Boss how long it would take to pay off one of those if I worked for nothing. Bike Boss Son (good laugh) replied 'eternity'. Boo :( Back to Plan A, sell everything. Perhaps if I get really good at making wheels (my main focus yesterday) I can start a line of traditional Scottish handmade wheels at say £400 a pair for training wheels...moving up to £1899 for the race pair I'll sell you hand etched with an ancient celtic blessing guaranteed to win you every race you enter! (also conveniently the price of a Colnago C50 frameset which I need as well)
So anyway - back to exercise and all that malarkey. Only thing done this weekend has been the commute yesterday. So, if I remember rightly, I've done a commute 4 times this week which equals 100km offroad plus or minus a few. Oh and a 6km run. Hmmmm. 9 hours of exercise? Not a lot really is it. I have a list of excuses - I was ill (short list I know). However, with the school hols coming up at the end of next week - which means me being at home with Jnr 3 and a half days a week for the next fortnight - if I can maintain 100+km a week over that period I'll be happy. I forsee lots of night rides/runs.
Anyway, its been a lovely Sunday - weather-wise and activity wise. After my marathon 6pm to 8am sleep of yesterday, I was determined to use all that amassed energy today and so was up at the crack of dawn and only came in about 9.30pm. Went for a run down the coast this afternoon and I returned to my beach-bum roots in the incredibly warm, tshirty spring weather. Ate fish'n'chips (has anyone else noticed they put the calories-compared-to-pizza on the side of Ashvale chip boxes? Why?) while we watched the Seven Atlantic come in at Aberdeen (she's a very big Dive Support boat - near 145m long), washed the rangie and cried at insurance costs (stupid, just stupid). I'm now off to bed.
And just like that, its Monday again. Sheesh!
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