OK, so that's what they're made to do: taking it easy. Can't fault their fashion sense, either. The smug-looking guy on his side is Max; the one with the "You talkin' to me?" pose is Charlie.
Here are Arielle and Tosca resting for the night.
And here is my latest patient, I mean, project:
This is the Schwinn I bought from that charming young couple last week. As I do whenever I buy a used bike, I'm taking everything apart. I opened up the headset, which, I believe, has never been cleaned. What I didn't realize is that it has loose bearings rather than ring-shaped retainers with bearings. So the bearings scattered to the four corners of the floor. (How is it that you can completely lose something inside a 12X 12 room?) I'll find them some day. But the ones I have look like Ignaz Schwinn installed them himself.
The only problem is that I don't have any 5/32" bearings in the house. My other bikes have sealed cartridge bearings, so I haven't used loose ball bearings in a while. And the shop in which I stopped during my ride didn't have them, either.
Like the truth in The X Files, they're out there. I just have to find the right shop. I'm sure Bicycle Habitat has them. If I don't find them elsewhere, I'll go to Habitat next time I'm in Soho--which should be soon.
Speaking of which...They got word that my Miss Mercian frame has been built. Now it has to be painted. That actually is a fairly long process. But, hopefully, I'll have it by the end of next month.
