n8urboy

Today is my day off. I'm relishing it. I don't work hard or anything, but I'm not very passionate about my work, which makes me not want to be there that much. As far as jobs go, it's not too bad, I'm just not into it.

So today I tuned up my bike. Washed it down, cleaned the gunky mixture of sand and lube off of my chain and gears, lubed it back up. I pulled all the cables tight and tuned the deraileurs. Adjusted the break cables. Everything on it is working lovely. I'm all greasy and nasty. I love them smell. I wish there was a bicycle grease cologne. I'd wear it. I'd wear it and you'd love it.

I love tuning and cleaning my bike. Almost as much as riding it. I like to take a ritualistic zen approach to my riding and upkeep of my bike. Taking my wrenches to my bike before every ride testing every part in order, making the tires are at the correct psi. Then hanging it up nice and proper at the end of the ride. I also perpetually have grease marks on the inside of my right calf from when it brushes up against the chain and gears. I love that. I get a little sad when it washes off, but I know it will be back within hours.

When my brother and I were children and went on camping trips we used to set marshmellows on fire and yell "FRANKENSTEIN!" I don't know what burning marshmellows have to do with frankenstein, or how we came up with that, I don't know. Maybe it's because marshmellows resemble the shape of frankenstein's head. Needless to he still does it to this day. I would as well, but I don't eat marshmellows anymore.