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hirezI do rather seem to have fallen out of the habit of having it journal-shaped. That is something of a shame, because there have been a whole set of moments where I've gone '.. and that should be written down somewhere so people could point and laugh.' all of which I have forgotten.
Still, while I remember...
As requested, nail varnish of the week:
... Which seems to have mostly survived some vague car-bothering and some equally vague bike-bothering.
Both these things were massively overdue. I've been commuting (for the bicycle section of my inter-modal journey) on the SCR (road bike) since I-forget-when-maybe-March because the Courier suffered a puncture I couldn't fix. A third massively overdue thing. I'm sensing a theme here. Anyway. It's been jolly nice putting some miles on the SCR, and because the thing's got mudguards it's a lot less hateful for me and other people in the wet. That's obviously been something of a consideration for the last couple of weeks.
(During the rainy season prior to that, I was tooling around in Justyn's spare 9000, which has a boot and a mildly broken ECU. Thus there's nowhere to put a bike and the boost is set at FUUUUCCKK!)
Since it's a proper road bike, the mechanicals go wrong faster than the Courier. Especially when being coated daily in the nasty grinding-paste thrown up from a part-flooded bike path. I was going to pull it to bits and clean it this weekend anyway, but when it went 'PSSSHHHHT BLOP BLOP BLOP BUGGER' on Friday AM everything was suddenly a little too late. I slung the bike upside-down next to the rack at work and brought the rear wheel + spare inner + CO2 kit into the office so I could fix it with the aid of warmth, tea and a Halfords downstairs.
The hard-to-fix puncture on the Courier turned out to be something pinching next to the valve. I think. That tyre's stayed inflated for a week, so I'll call it a success.
A number of years ago I was slinging that bike into the back of the car in the dark and the wet and managed to miss the boot completely. This left a nasty scrape through the paint and the primer on the rear quarter, next to the other nasty scrapes left by SAAB-hating yout' or somesuch. Because of stupid bloody depression-related reasons, I left it and watched as it rusted quietly.
Since I was already in Halfords and experiencing some unexpected rush of manliness to the trousers (although hopefully actually a non-gender-related bloom of confidence and competence) I accidentally a pot of the rust-eating gubbins that used to come in five gallon cans when we all drove shite cars.
You may imagine my surprise when I belaboured the rusty crease with a fold of emery and discovered the bright metal appearing immediately. I was also cheered to discover that several weeks of nail varnish practice came in handy when applying both rust gubbins and primer.
Now all I need to do is find out which commonly available touch up paint is least unlike faded blue SAAB. It's like Famous Blue Raincoat, but with a non-porous heater matrix.
... I'm sure there was a whole set of other things going on.
Still, while I remember...
As requested, nail varnish of the week:
... Which seems to have mostly survived some vague car-bothering and some equally vague bike-bothering.
Both these things were massively overdue. I've been commuting (for the bicycle section of my inter-modal journey) on the SCR (road bike) since I-forget-when-maybe-March because the Courier suffered a puncture I couldn't fix. A third massively overdue thing. I'm sensing a theme here. Anyway. It's been jolly nice putting some miles on the SCR, and because the thing's got mudguards it's a lot less hateful for me and other people in the wet. That's obviously been something of a consideration for the last couple of weeks.
(During the rainy season prior to that, I was tooling around in Justyn's spare 9000, which has a boot and a mildly broken ECU. Thus there's nowhere to put a bike and the boost is set at FUUUUCCKK!)
Since it's a proper road bike, the mechanicals go wrong faster than the Courier. Especially when being coated daily in the nasty grinding-paste thrown up from a part-flooded bike path. I was going to pull it to bits and clean it this weekend anyway, but when it went 'PSSSHHHHT BLOP BLOP BLOP BUGGER' on Friday AM everything was suddenly a little too late. I slung the bike upside-down next to the rack at work and brought the rear wheel + spare inner + CO2 kit into the office so I could fix it with the aid of warmth, tea and a Halfords downstairs.
The hard-to-fix puncture on the Courier turned out to be something pinching next to the valve. I think. That tyre's stayed inflated for a week, so I'll call it a success.
A number of years ago I was slinging that bike into the back of the car in the dark and the wet and managed to miss the boot completely. This left a nasty scrape through the paint and the primer on the rear quarter, next to the other nasty scrapes left by SAAB-hating yout' or somesuch. Because of stupid bloody depression-related reasons, I left it and watched as it rusted quietly.
Since I was already in Halfords and experiencing some unexpected rush of manliness to the trousers (although hopefully actually a non-gender-related bloom of confidence and competence) I accidentally a pot of the rust-eating gubbins that used to come in five gallon cans when we all drove shite cars.
You may imagine my surprise when I belaboured the rusty crease with a fold of emery and discovered the bright metal appearing immediately. I was also cheered to discover that several weeks of nail varnish practice came in handy when applying both rust gubbins and primer.
Now all I need to do is find out which commonly available touch up paint is least unlike faded blue SAAB. It's like Famous Blue Raincoat, but with a non-porous heater matrix.
... I'm sure there was a whole set of other things going on.
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Date: 2014-01-20 03:09 am (UTC)I have a new car and I don't know what to do. I'm so used to fixing up bits and pieces of whatever's falling apart this week, usually with the help of a mechanic.
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Date: 2014-01-20 09:02 am (UTC)It is oddly worrying not having a thing to worry about any more. It's like you've got so used to expecting a thing to go wrong that you get an extra bonus level of worry about some mystery wrongness.