Wow. My new phone's camera really sucks dick.

Anyway, looks like I blew a seal. See that black patch on the floor? That's shock oil.

Or, it's just ice cream.



Oh well, with Gina's one year anniversary just over, I guess it's time for her to go home to the Mothership and get a complete strip down.

I'm still waiting for Moose-stang's front Crossride replacement because - get this - the flange cracked when I was doing a turn at 3km/h. Not a spoke, which to me is proof of the toughness of bladed spokes. Spoke should have broken long before a flange, no?

Least I clocked 3498.8 km on Gina during her one year. Holy shit, just shy of 3500km, or 291km a month, or 72km a week. Not counting the km I've racked up on MS.

MY buns are made of steel.

Henceforth, I shall dub the ratio of my weekly mileage to the flintiness of my buttocks as -- The Gina Index (TGI).

Some day I shall crack walnuts with my cheeks.