Cheesy Grin

Bon jour, mes amis

I commute once more, Gentle Readers—the LeMond frame is still cracked and I’ve not done much about it other than to keep the expense under Little Egypt’s radar. I’m sure the frame can be replaced—but like my friend Dan said, I may have to pay for an up-grade and I may have to make sure the old cranks and other things fit back on the new frame. Will I have to buy a new fork? Will Trek try and nickel and dime me?

I’ll talk to Phil at the bike shop and get his thoughts about the whole affair. For sure I’ll have to pay Phil (rather than the Trek bike shop) to disassemble my LeMond. Then of course I’ll have to pay him to put it back together again. And, I believe I’ll want to repair the old frame—then when I get money and things are right in the world—I’ll get that bike built up into something special.

All my junk...

My commute home—just two miles from leaving the office, I almost got nailed by the infamous Right Hook, where a motorist turns right while you’re going straight—they either run you over or you slam into the side of their vehicle. This almost happened, but the lady driving had all the widows down in her SUV and she heard me yelling at her to “WAIT! WAIT!” She abruptly stopped and we just missed colliding. She looked startled, but I waved and smiled to assure her I was okay—it was a close-call…

This is from inside the Abe Lincoln Memorial looking out toward the Capital. That's the George Washington Monument--Duh...

Oh yeah, its Spring there...