photo cred: Harlan
The amount of disassemblement required to circumvent the Megabus "no bike" rule was impressive. I wasn't paying very close attention, but I do believe Harlan pulled a seatpost out of his pants at one point. Small bolts and bits that were somehow lost in transit were replaced with loose items from my toolbox, and it started looking more and more like a rideable bike. Sooner or later, his car traveling compatriots arrived and then we had four beer drinking cooks in the kitchen.
I don't get these geared bicycle riders and their preferences for complicating things.
The building of the bike was not completed when we went to bed at 12:30AM. The next morning, I watched with bleary eyes as Harlan aired up his tires and made his squishy bike fully squishable. By 8:30AM, they were packed up and on their way to Paris Mountain for a weekend of racing, and I was on my way to work...
Still without a solid plan for my weekend.