(Speaking of bands: I actually played drums for a local punk rock band when I was in college. Back then, it was perfect for me because I didn't have to be very good at it, and I could do it drunk, which I often was in those days. But I digress.)
So how much of a bumette was I? Well, for one thing, I slept very late. And when I opened my door, I felt as if I'd stepped into a blast furnace. That destroyed my incentive to do much of anything. So I didn't ride today.
And what do they say about idle hands? Well, actually, I had stuff to do, but I procrastinated a bit. I finally listed a few things on eBay, including a couple of parts I pulled off the bike I just bought.
I find that I prefer photographing most bikes and parts in daylight. So I find myself moving into all kinds of weird spaces and position to get the light or space I'm seeking. Sometimes, I'll go into the driveway next to where I live, as it is partly covered. And it offers some interesting views:
Once I leave the confines of the driveway, the shifters turn into deadly weapons:
Tomorrow morning, I'm definitely getting up early and going for a ride!
