Coming around after a bout of the nasty flu, no worse for wear save some body aches. After spending the middle of the week in a somewhat comatose state, pushed myself yesterday to get some stuff done! Caught up with the repairs (only a few behind) and managed to put out the full frame up rebuild on a pretty sharp looking Giant Rincon that we got in trade a few weeks back from a very lovely young lady who has been a regular around here for some time. It's funny, the biases and stereotypes that even one as liberal as myself can tend to place on people. A very petite young lady, she is not only an avid bike rider, but LOVES to scratch build and customize her own rides. When she first came in, a few years back, my prejudices merely assumed she was just accompanying her husband into the shop. Of course, being the closet misogynist I apparently am, I struck up a conversation with him. Apparently, she had encountered this before, and as he looked at me, befuddled and confused by my inquiries as to how I may help him she spoke up and asked very specific questions regarding a set of forks, accompanied by accurate dimensions, lengths, metal composition and rake.
Okay... duly brought into the 21st century.
Ever since, she comes here whenever she is embarking on a new project, and this frame was the remains of something she cannibalized to complete another ride. Paint is in real good shape so I took the time to allocate all the necessary parts, and tweaked it slightly to turn it into a lightweight commuter ride. Check out the pic below!
Today, as all newbies have been processed out, I MAY just be able to finally spend some time weeding through the pile out back and eliminating the junk.
OH! Speaking of out back! Over that last few weeks we have had someone coming into the alley way and pilfering through the piles. It's mainly scrap, but it's the principle of the thing. Last night, I was hanging out late at the shop, as Friday is my night out. Yes...I spend every Friday doing the same thing, watching movies online with my friends, riffing on the B-movie schlock. Last night, with the back door open for Suzanne to have access to run about, she was laying peacefully on the floor when all of a sudden with a deep, ferocious growl and loud bark, she skittered out the back door like a shot. The sudden abrupt departure sent me running! Before I was even out of my chair, though, I distinctly heard the frightened exclamation of someone out back and a flurry of rushing footfalls away from the back. Whoever it was had to have been fast as I have seen Suzanne at a full gallop and she would be very hard to outrun. By the time I got outback, everything was quiet and she was gone. Next came a panicked search for my baby girl. I finally found her near the adjacent fence line pacing back and forth, guardedly. Whoever they were, they apparently made it over before she got them! Heh, heh...She initially thought she was in trouble when I sternly called her name, and slightly cowering, slinked back to my side. I assured her with a big hug and vigorous body rub, that she in fact was quite alright and that she did good. Doggie treats followed in earnest!
She may remain a relatively docile pooch but she KNOWS how to guard!
Now, on to the work load!
Remember...we have lots of goodies left to peruse through, and riding season is rapidly (thank heavens!) approaching!
26" GIANT COMMUTER CONVERSION!