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Jan. 7th, 2010 08:34 pmA tale of good and bad luck...
Yesterday, I had the notion to kill 10 minutes in a Barnado's charity shop whilst waiting for somebody, and received that pure moment of exultation only generally had by suddenly-successful gold prospectors (insert movie stereotype of a crotchety bloke with a waist-length beard, a gold pan and a laden mule; wearing only a hat, boots and union underwear with a bum-flap)
Yes, pair of North Wave snowboard boots - a few seasons old but looking unused and only £9.95. And, praise $deity, they fitted! Perfect fit of these things being of such huge importance that the general advice when buying a pair is to set aside an afternoon and try absolutely everything the shop stocks. Whilst moseying around the empty shop, gripping the prize tightly, I noticed a crappy pair of ski-gloves. I asked the obvious question - yes somebody had come in to donate a complete set of stuff, but the jacket and pants had been sold. But half-full and all that.
I took the boots for a spin last night and they're an awful lot better than the crappy old Nitros I've been putting up with for far longer than I should. Huzzah! Thank you $deity, for the idiots in the world. Especially the people who buy all the equipment for a sport before finding out if they actually like it. I'd been contemplating new boots, and the associated £170-ish price-tag, with much apprehension.
And this afternoon, a crank axle on my bike snapped with no warning. The left crank-arm simply dropped into the snow with the a little snib of the axle. Fuck fuck fuck... I though Shimano UN54s were supposed to be ancient, obsolete, reliable, enduring and utterly bomb-proof. Now I suppose I have to get another one, given that I'm not about to pay ohmyGodHOWMUCH! to put one of Phil's on my round-town beater. Broad, consumer choice doesn't seem to happen much in the world of old-style, square-taper, bicycle bottom brackets. The distrsssingly polarized nature of the market is a fact that, I'm sure, is keeping you up at night.
On the plus side, my plan to put a fat, knobbly, off-road tyre on the front, and run it at low pressure, had worked quite splendidly in the slush.

Yesterday, I had the notion to kill 10 minutes in a Barnado's charity shop whilst waiting for somebody, and received that pure moment of exultation only generally had by suddenly-successful gold prospectors (insert movie stereotype of a crotchety bloke with a waist-length beard, a gold pan and a laden mule; wearing only a hat, boots and union underwear with a bum-flap)
Yes, pair of North Wave snowboard boots - a few seasons old but looking unused and only £9.95. And, praise $deity, they fitted! Perfect fit of these things being of such huge importance that the general advice when buying a pair is to set aside an afternoon and try absolutely everything the shop stocks. Whilst moseying around the empty shop, gripping the prize tightly, I noticed a crappy pair of ski-gloves. I asked the obvious question - yes somebody had come in to donate a complete set of stuff, but the jacket and pants had been sold. But half-full and all that.
I took the boots for a spin last night and they're an awful lot better than the crappy old Nitros I've been putting up with for far longer than I should. Huzzah! Thank you $deity, for the idiots in the world. Especially the people who buy all the equipment for a sport before finding out if they actually like it. I'd been contemplating new boots, and the associated £170-ish price-tag, with much apprehension.
And this afternoon, a crank axle on my bike snapped with no warning. The left crank-arm simply dropped into the snow with the a little snib of the axle. Fuck fuck fuck... I though Shimano UN54s were supposed to be ancient, obsolete, reliable, enduring and utterly bomb-proof. Now I suppose I have to get another one, given that I'm not about to pay ohmyGodHOWMUCH! to put one of Phil's on my round-town beater. Broad, consumer choice doesn't seem to happen much in the world of old-style, square-taper, bicycle bottom brackets. The distrsssingly polarized nature of the market is a fact that, I'm sure, is keeping you up at night.
On the plus side, my plan to put a fat, knobbly, off-road tyre on the front, and run it at low pressure, had worked quite splendidly in the slush.
