Took my own garbage down to bin. Yeah, I’m cured! Maybe waste will not get 20 bags deep in apartment. [actual truthful disfunction]
Take a glance at storage locker; exactly what I imagined. Open boxes just jumbled haphazardly. Look at my bike. Had a sudden desire to ride around garage; not a lot of space; place for a small circle. Where the HELL did that thought come from? But I hate my bike: dormant for maybe five years. (I loved my GT Backwoods). Bike lock key in pocket.
AGH! PWS maxed out the seat height months ago. I don’t know how to fix it back. No bike friends. No car for bike repair shop trip. Helpful Claude says, “Ask CTK!” Snap back, “Dude! CTK doesn’t make house calls!” Claude apologized, and he told me to watch a YouTube and grab a wrench. Double snap.
An impulsive desire to ride circles in a garage becomes a chain of complications and discouragement. Seat, tires, griminess. May not know how to use a bike tool, but I do have a really cool one.
Toolbox scrounged. My bike tool set is missing! The one in the cavas case. Let’s guess where it went. Do I search through boxes in storage? Or, just order a replacement one. “Merry Christmas, YOU get a FUCKIN used bike tool set.”
Thursday, $49, I’ll have what I need. Still doesn’t solve the “how to use it” question; can one person set height by themselves? Is it possible there will be marks for where it use to be? At least I’ll have the actual tool.
But really I won’t have what I need. Big emptiness blocking way.