- Funeral blues for Felicia the fish -


Rough week.

Last night I found Moose-stang leaned against the Ibis, caged pedal scrapping against the bottom of her seat-stay.


"What are you doing, boy," I barked, and pulled him away.

Inspected her frame - no scratch marks, thankfully - the Mojo's paint job is quite delicate - but I knew then he was jealous. I was in a rather bad mood anyway. Afterwards, I went for a beer run and he dropped his chain. To the outside, which confirms it for certain.


I had been riding to work on Gina for about a month or so before I decided that he was really neglected, and then took him out to ride to work. And continued riding all of this month.

Turns out the ride to work is faster on a rigid. It's not as comfortable, but the geometry allows me to put my core muscles to work, and I can really drop the hammer while seated, unlike on the Mojo where you just tend to sit there and enjoy the feeling of soaking in bumps.

The Mojo also has thicker, fatter tires, which slow down the ride.

I took the Mojo to work on Monday, and confirmed it. The difference in timing was about 8 minutes.

There's something about the rigid ride which also makes it plain fun. The thinner tires make me feel like I'm slicing through tarmac - steeper headtube = sharper handling.




After that I decided that I would take Moose-stang to work from then on. It just makes so much more sense on the road. He weighs about 10.5kg, has 48x11 max gear combination for a good top speed of up to over 45km/h (cruise at 30kmh no problems - 1/3 the speed of a car or motorbike, but thousands of times cheaper. It makes me giddy with power.)



Also I bought the Boy a balloon.





And my fish died. It's okay ... we had a good run together.... Read some funeral poetry and felt better. Now I can has fish tanks for sale.

And in the midst all the craziness this week, I even thought about deleting all my blogs so that they would not distract me from writing my book.

But I came to my senses, finally.


What I realised was that Moose-stang boy wasn't trying to rough up Gina.


He was comforting her.


That sweet thing.



I <3 my bikes.


Okay another pic of the other Boy, to continue trying to cheer myself up.




Ah... to think I nearly deleted you, Blog. I promise I'll never think about it again.

I'm sorry, Blog.

Hug?