smurfalicious
07-10-2008, 11:59 PM
Wow, what a ride this has been! Despite the sometimes depressing and frustrating challenges I am so happy that I bought and rebuilt this bike. I learned more about bike components, compatibility, and my own level of patience than I did being a weight-weenie wannabe mountain bike racer. Back in those days I bought parts and waited while they were installed.
I can't say that reassembly was not without it challenges. Par for the course I didn't have enough brake cable housing. The shop estimated it on a bike that had stops, not guides.
The biggest scare came this morning when the rear derailleur had been adjusted, but she would only move one gear, if at all, and immediately fall back down a cog. I tried to explain that I thought maybe the shifter was in a different gear than the derailleur, but apparently it came out wrong. Jokingly my roommate yanked up on the derailleur cable and said, "Well, you can always ride like this." Defeated I figured I could ride my fancy three speed (front derailleur worked) to the LBS and pick it up after work.
Then as I sulked off to my room to put on street clothes and go to work my explanation finally dawned on my roommate. Next thing you know, we're in business.
I got a little to grease happy on the seat post and had to beat it back up at every stop light much to driver amusement I'm sure. Then I stupidly brought sandals to work and got sent home to get different shoes. Just at the bottom of the worst hill on the ride home I heard a bang so loud I almost fell of the bike from shock. Sure enough, it was my tire. Again, I wouldn't have it any other way. I had to roll her home on her rear wheel because my brakes have no quick release and I was unsure of my flat fixing skills. You never know how heavy your bike is until you effectively carry it a few miles.
I'm gonna shut up now, because I know what everyone really wants are pictures. One final note, Bike Shop Lords who said it couldn't be done 0, determined girl with an extra measure of bike love 1.
http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g50/hillbillary/crappybike/beasty3.jpg
Before, to refresh your memory.
http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g50/hillbillary/crappybike/beasty2.jpg
http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g50/hillbillary/crappybike/002.jpg
After, world's purdiest frankenbike.
http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g50/hillbillary/crappybike/005.jpg
That saddle has to go!
http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g50/hillbillary/crappybike/008.jpg
Lugs of love
http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g50/hillbillary/crappybike/017.jpg
Happily...
http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g50/hillbillary/crappybike/019.jpg
....ever after...
I can't say that reassembly was not without it challenges. Par for the course I didn't have enough brake cable housing. The shop estimated it on a bike that had stops, not guides.
The biggest scare came this morning when the rear derailleur had been adjusted, but she would only move one gear, if at all, and immediately fall back down a cog. I tried to explain that I thought maybe the shifter was in a different gear than the derailleur, but apparently it came out wrong. Jokingly my roommate yanked up on the derailleur cable and said, "Well, you can always ride like this." Defeated I figured I could ride my fancy three speed (front derailleur worked) to the LBS and pick it up after work.
Then as I sulked off to my room to put on street clothes and go to work my explanation finally dawned on my roommate. Next thing you know, we're in business.
I got a little to grease happy on the seat post and had to beat it back up at every stop light much to driver amusement I'm sure. Then I stupidly brought sandals to work and got sent home to get different shoes. Just at the bottom of the worst hill on the ride home I heard a bang so loud I almost fell of the bike from shock. Sure enough, it was my tire. Again, I wouldn't have it any other way. I had to roll her home on her rear wheel because my brakes have no quick release and I was unsure of my flat fixing skills. You never know how heavy your bike is until you effectively carry it a few miles.
I'm gonna shut up now, because I know what everyone really wants are pictures. One final note, Bike Shop Lords who said it couldn't be done 0, determined girl with an extra measure of bike love 1.
http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g50/hillbillary/crappybike/beasty3.jpg
Before, to refresh your memory.
http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g50/hillbillary/crappybike/beasty2.jpg
http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g50/hillbillary/crappybike/002.jpg
After, world's purdiest frankenbike.
http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g50/hillbillary/crappybike/005.jpg
That saddle has to go!
http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g50/hillbillary/crappybike/008.jpg
Lugs of love
http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g50/hillbillary/crappybike/017.jpg
Happily...
http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g50/hillbillary/crappybike/019.jpg
....ever after...