Snap - retire in March and come to Seattle. Ok, seattle is expensive, but come live on Whidbey Island. A quick ferry ride to the mainland, or a long drive up the island and over a bridge.
Got the campy brifters off the old bars, and the old bars off Flossie. Oh, man, what an exercise in PATIENCE. I said "bugger" a few times, and with gusto. (my favorite swear word) Especially once when I nearly gouged Flossie's paint!!!
Got the new bars on, which was an exercise in spatial relations. I very carefully looked at the bars, figured out which way I wanted them to end up and which end to start on, fed them through the quill stem gently, and promptly put them on backwards!
Got the brifters on. Now I think I've got them where I want them: I can reach the brake levers from the hoods and from the drops.
Now I'm taking a coffee and chocolate break. Next step, tightening everything down, taping down the wires, then wrapping the bars. Then I'll go on a ride to LBS #1 (30 miles). They said they'd check my work and be sure I did it right and had things tight enough but not too tight.
"If Americans want to live the American Dream, they should go to Denmark." - Richard Wilkinson