It has been noticed that since 2007, when I came back from Nashville and decided to use a bike in London (after being convinced I wouldn’t die by Alex just getting on and doing it), that my abilities to do anything mechanically minded are poor, weak, and/or useless.
This isn’t confined to my bike “skills”. However, bikes tend to be the thing that I balls up most frequently. And given the cost of ballsing something up, I tend to think “let someone else do it”.
Which makes me think of Zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance, and what a waste of time that was to read . I don’t want to be the romantic who doesn’t want to understand the way things work. I really do think about how things work. I just happen to learn by breaking things and then realising what I should have done.
I just have dicks for thumbs. Basically. Rounded bolt heads? Yep. Overtightening? Yep. Failure to remove play from headsets? Yep. Completely bewildered by the thought of recabling a bike? Yep.
Today, this post was generated while listening to this: