If I give everything I own to the poor and even go to the stake to be burned as a martyr, but I don’t love, I’ve gotten nowhere. So, no matter what I say, what I believe, and what I do, I’m bankrupt without love.
1 Corinthians 13:3-7
This is a kind of rambly post mostly about bike stuff. A ton of other stuff has been happening, but I’m going to ignore that stuff for now. Here it is.
Since July hit, we’ve had a weather time-warp back three months. Suddenly the temperatures have hardly peeked over the 60°F mark; clouds have rolled in; and the famous Seattle drippy drizzle has watered our lawns into verdancy (if that’s a word) rarely seen after May.
Most days, I seem to judge my bike clothes choices pretty well, but today marks a particular exception, a day that I so thoroughly misjudged the riding conditions that I arrived at work sopping wet and leaving damp footprints behind. I eschewed a jacket, thinking that the rain would hold at a light mist (FALSE!), and on the same premise, wore sandals as I rode my red bike in. Good thing I paired sandals with wool socks, because otherwise my toes would’ve all gone on strike before I got to work.
The upshot was that I arrived at work with soaked vest, arm warmers, jersey, sandals, and socks. The only good choice I made was to wear long pants, which also got wet, but I expected that more. Now I have newspaper stuffed in my sandals — not an overly effective practice, since not much holds the newspaper in place — and all my clothes draped over the handy-dandy drying rack that only I seem to use.
Maybe you didn’t notice, but I mentioned that I rode the red bike. This is the free hybrid bike that I rented for 6+ weeks while Artemis underwent repairs after a car hit me. I’ve outfitted it with a bell, a rack, fenders (of course), and platform pedals. In the works: A homemade pannier made out of a portable hanging file container. I rode it today because a few weeks ago I ordered a pair of custom panniers from Swift Industries and those panniers are ready for me to pick up today. I needed a bike with a rack to bring them home on, and the red bike is the only bike (aside from Charlotte, and why would I ride the Xtracycle 40 miles if I don’t have to?) meeting that criteria.
Oh, perhaps you noticed that I don’t yet have a rack on Artemis. Back in May I started intensively working to find a rack that would fit Artemis’ strange braze-on locations, but kept hitting dead ends at every turn. Finally, having exhausted every other venue, I contacted Seven for help. They made the bike, and I hoped that they’d work something out for me besides making a custom rack for me for full price ($500+ –way out of my price range). The good people at Seven did, in fact, offer me an alternative: They would modify a Tubus Logo rack to fit my bike, and all I had to do was pay for the Logo. They’d cover the modifications and installation. I excitedly agreed.
That was exactly 1 month ago today. I’ve been expecting to hear any day that they’ve shipped the modified rack to the Seven dealer here. Word has not yet come. However, I expect that by mid-July I will be able to unload the weight from my poor back into my new amazing panniers on my nice bike.
I have faith.