Isn't she... pretty in pink?

A "snow day" happened on Friday.  As if I needed another day to pace around the house.

I was going to wait until my new Paragon Machine Works SS slider showed up, but boredom and a lack of better things to do was the impetus to make the swap early.  More about the "gears thing" tomorrow.

I even took the time to look up the Fibonacci Rules of Chainline Measuring for a dead-on setup.

Yeth, 32X21.  It will be miserable everywhere except r-e-a-l-l-y s-l-o-w Pisgah rides and wheelie practice, but wheelies are the priority... despite my lack of practice in over a week.  Not looking like I'll have much time in the next couple weeks either.  Since I had nothing better to do, I also put on new cable and housing to my Thomson drooper.  I had cut it too short when I was doing actuation lever swap months ago and was too paralyzed by anger to do anything about it. 

That did not eat up enough of a day.  Organize drawers of chaos all over the place.

Random Industry Nine, Cane Creek, and Thomson drooper parts.  Glitter.  Pike air shaft.  One Good Ear buds.  A bunch of shit tossed haphazardly into a drawer now less so.  Didn't kill enough time tho, so now my socks are sorted according to kingdom, phylum, class, order, family, genus, species.  My t-shirt and shorts piles may have also seen some sorting and stacking. 

I need an indoor hobby.

Saturday, there were two party options at two different bike shops.  There was a "surprise" party for Watts at Revolution Cycles in Greensboro, but snow and a lack of desire to use a four wheeled vehicle to get anywhere kept me from considering going Northish.  I'll be Fappening with him next month anyways.

There was also a much more local option that sounded better because I wouldn't have to drive.  The Bike Source Fan Jam from 4:00-8:00PM was a thousand times more doable.  I needed to get over there anyways because I decided to replace my 15+ year old SIDI Storms that fell apart with a new pair of winter shoes.  FaceBook was kind enough to remind me that the last time I was able to use my Storms before the soles just fell off from old age was a year ago at the 2015 Icycle.

The ride over to the shop was borderline stupid enough.  Slush on the neighborhood roads, rivers on the main thoroughfares, sidewalks covered in sastrugi.  I was too dumb to put on my Ass Saver fender and suffered a severe case of winter swamp butt.

Beer, pizza, friends who all needed a reason to escape the house.  Beer is a reason.

People came and went.  Some headed out for a night ride, but I'd had enough saddle time and still planned on riding home eventually.  At some point, I pulled out my phone to see if The Pie had replied to an earlier text, and I saw that someone tagged me in a photo on Instagram.

It took a second for this to register.  When it did.  Meh.

I couldn't figure out if I was sad because I took all that time the day before getting my bike together and perfecting my chainline, or happy because I found my bike before I wanted to go home and could remember the order of the spacers because I just assembled them 36 hours ago.

At least they gave me something to do.  The dozens of greasy finger prints were a nice touch.  Thanks to Colin for the ride home, saving me from all manner of black ice, slush butt, and other winter night road riding issues.