I was standing out in the parking lot blabbing with my friend Ana Korgan this afternoon when a young kid came huffing, puffing and complaining down the alley holding up the rear wheel of a brand new city kinda bike. I said , ” hey what’s up man”, he says, “man I borrowed my moms brand new bike and I was like riding along and it just went wacko on the back end”. I looked down and he had dropped the chain down between the cassette and the hub and wrapped the derailleur ALL the way around. Bad deal. The kid looked young, some tats, hat on backwards, shorts and skateboard sneakers. My kinda kid. “Gimmee a few minutes to finish my visit with my friend and I’ll see if I can help you out”.
Thank goodness it was a low end derailleur made from steel and not alloy. After I realized that the jockey cage had deformed enough to over ride the stop pin and unwind the spring I was able to straighten it up and cobble the thing back together and it shifted perfectly!. Go figure? I could not straighten the wheel out as I had no spoke wrench at work, so I ended up opening the brake adjustment enough to allow the wobbely wheel to pass between the brake pads. The reason all this happened was that whoever assembled the bike did not tighten the derailleur to the drop out and it backed out enough to kill the chain alignment. Blammo!
The kid was very thankful, assailing me with all his recent bad luck and woes, this being just the most recent of about 5 bad turns of luck. I encouraged him, told him that he could make it home but to go to the bike shop and get a new derailleur for his mom’s bike and that to be positive and have hope…blah blah..
Cruising down H1 in north MB on the way home, I looked over to the frontage road and I see ‘the kid’ riding the same bike back in the same direction he came from when it broke!! WTF? Ok, Ok. I could not bring myself to the lowly depths of total indifference so I just said to myself, “Oh well”.
I wondered did he really appreciate my act of kindness? The fact that fate had delivered him to my alley. Delivered him to the master of disaster himself? The grand champion chef of chicken salad from chicken shit? Maybe so, maybe not, no matter. I’m good at that kind of stuff, I do it a lot, it makes me feel good to do it, I will keep on doing it. I can not live my life expecting some kind of reaction for every action I produce. Goodness comes back around in many forms, here’s a few:
My neighbor Kelly does raptor rehabilitation and rescue for a local group. She is amazing. A few pixs of some of her flock
Here are a couple amazing photos of an Eagle release Kelly made last week
Photo courtesy of Keith Hadick
Photo courtesy of Keith Hadick
Some random stuff from the ‘bike path’ no rhyme or reason:
Windy spring day!
hang glider hill with J-rad.
This guy was carving the sky!
Kite sailors were carving the sea
This guy was carving the sky too.
If I had feathers I would fly too.
LJ pulling back up the pipe trail
Sure looks like Miff on my 6! How though? she’s 8000 miles away? Hmmmmmmmmmm. LOL!
I should probably have my amatuer bike mechanics license revoked for letting this happen to LJ’s rear brake rotor. Geezo Buzz!
Now here is someone I REALLY appreciate! My lovely Susan showing off here 6″ shorter hair!
3 of Donna and Macks grazers.
And of course my little dog man on a walk out to the point
He had a speed attack about half way there!
Ok dad, I’m done now, can we go home?