Sunday, June 15, 2014

Out Door!

First, more bacon.

I want to stuff you in my pants, Mr. Bacon.  Yummy.

Enough of that. Down to business. 

These two items recently found their way into the "hock me for cheap so as to finance frighteningly ridiculous and unnecessarily extravagant facility improvements" climate controlled storage facility in our International Shipping and Global Domination (ISGD) offices and therefore hit the flea. Increasing our liquidity here in the gleaming towers of One Utahdog Center, World Congress of the Americas has become a priority. The women are restless and are demanding an unprecedented level of investment to the brick-and-mortar side of the enterprise, what with the removal of the brass poles and the wallpapering of the Hookah Lounge and all. Now they are yammering on about lead crystal and Corinthian leather and other such nonsense. The board is discussing options, ranging from the repeal of the right to vote to the suspension of fresh cut flowers for the Formal Dining Hall and Topless Water Polo Pool, or "FuDHaTWaPP". Something has to be done.


Shimano 737 pedals.  Beat but functional.  $0.99 and the buyer is whining about shipping costs. Holy crap, fella...


Caramba Double Barrel cranks.  These came to our gleaming towers of world domination in an "asset valuation swap"; otherwise known as a "trade", for a pair of "well worn mountain bike wheels"; otherwise known as "some beat junk".

Friday, June 13, 2014

Missed Opportunity? A QUIZ!

Cruising the flea leads to quizicularistic behavior.... So here's a little quiz...

1) - Snappy old blue ano Zaskar for $two-fitty.  I had a purple one once, and it would be sort of neat to hang another purple from the rafters, but:...

-----A----- I'm trying to purge my own stash of weirdness. and also, this one is blue, dumbass.
-----B----- Somebody else already determined that this frame warranted purging from a stash of weirdness.
-----C----- Adding some mystery person's purged weirdness to my stash of purged weirdness is weird. 
-----D----- All of the above.
-----E----- Bacon.








This green 1.125 threadless steerer-tubed Cannondale Pepperoni fork went for a shockingly low $9.99, strange because...

-----A----- 1.125 is an odd duck size for Pepperoni forks, usually found in 1" threaded or in 1.25" dia.
-----B----- Most, if not all, of Cannondale's forks have already broken in two.
-----C----- Everybody likes Pepperoni, especially in a nice Calzone.
-----D----- All of the above.
-----E----- Bacon.





The correct answer for both questions is 'E'.  


Thursday, June 12, 2014

Moor Foor The Out Door!

The scantily clad hotties are beginning to complain, so it is high time; fresh wallpaper is needed in the Hookah Lounge here in the gleaming towers of One Utahdog Center, World Congress of the Americas. We still don't allow the finer of the sexes in the Long Bar, because hey ho, they just don't look right in smoking jackets, so we have to up the game in the Hookah Lounge to keep the peace. We yanked out the brass poles and did away with the required veiled-face policy already, so this is a big last step. Never let it be said that we resist cultural evolution in the name of equality.

That can only mean one thing. More crap for sale!

36 HP VW fuel pump diaphragm, NEW!  Includes awesome original VW factory packaging, with printing detail fit for the Long Bar.




36HP VW fuel pump parts and bits. A new complete pump with no diaphragm, 2 NEW fuel pump tops, and a used Canadian made pump.





36HP German made pumps, one clearly is for core rebuild only, the other is marked as "used 200 miles and removed for sale of car", 3 new tops.







Finally, early Porsche 356 bits. A core fuel pump in need of rebuild. German of course. And a second pump top with a cracked filter cover, some random original parts, and a box. Merkur hood badge not included in auction, thanks.


Come get some parts! Hitting an eBay near you. Well, hitting the eBay. Not like there's 14 eBay's out there is there. Although with their new and 'improved' stupid policies, they could clearly use the competition.

Friday, June 6, 2014

Saying 'so long'...

Sometimes you have to say goodbye.  And I don't mean to Don Zimmer, who passed away Wednesday at the ripe old age of 83.  Zimmer was the only decent thing ever associated with the Yankees, and spent the last 11 years with the Tampa Bay Rays.

"Gerbil"
No I mean the Turner, which is on its way to Boulder Colorado to new owners. 

There aint no junky Specialized in that box!
Be well and godspeed. 



The sale of the bike left me a bit more "fat of stacks', but looking for avenues to dump my unspent aggression, so I took to vandalizing reminder notes left for cleaning crew folks in public bathrooms.


The Rocky Mountain is next.  Frame, fork, stem, bars, front and rear brake, seatpost and seat clamp.  $250 plus shipping...  Come get it.


Then I'll probably piss all that money away on some snappy vintage Japanese truck like this awesome old Toyota idling outside my local Chinese Tool Emporium; a.k.a. Harbor Freight.

God Bless America.

Thursday, May 29, 2014

Yard Posies and more out door...


Lots of nifty posies at the new gleaming center spire here at the gleaming towers of the gleaming One Utahdog Center World Congress of the Americas...


Walking Iris


Amaryllis



Some freaky looking Hydrangea thing.  Sorta looks like a Horta (hey that rhymes!)


Rose.  We had 9 on the one bush.  Rose 'Roids.

On to the out door.  Time to admit that this bike will never see dirt...


1988 Rocky Mountain Avalanche

...and admit that this one, like the departed EWR, isn't as fun as it needs to be to unseat the 650B Jamis Dragon.  Even with a new...


...RP23...and 5.1" short rockers...


...fresh rebuild TALAS... 


...and tubeless.  Still feels like the 30lb 5 inch travel bike it is.  It is nice to have a big bike (for me) though, so the jury is out on the Turner, but deliberations are heated.  The RM on the other hand, on the way out.


Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Different Paths

1984 Chrysler Laser Turbo.  One in a field in Ohio, and one in a diaper-lined OCDer garage in Florida. Neither are the '85 I had in college, although odds are that it looks like the Ohio car, if it survives at all.













Funny to think about how things start in the exact same place, maybe even sharing sweat and work, and then go their own way.

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Out door...


Much goings on in the mighty world of business. Here in the filigree and marble lined management suite we are installing new plutonite-charged, iridium-glazed urinals in the women's bathrooms. Hey, you hit the first door available when you're trashed from a crazed weekend of hookers and snorting blow, er, I mean from a hard week of corporate management and responsible business stewardship, and that means if God and his architects who designed these hallowed halls placed the sit-down-marble more conveniently than the stand-up-marble, then its time to renovate. Shareholders would agree. Time to raise capital.

So in a fundraising maneuver, recently departed from the gleaming towers here at One Utahdog Center, World Congress of the Americas:

edit - $151.50

Cane Creek Double Barrel coil from the Turner, which has gone on an air-shock diet.

edit - $250.12

And also from the Turner a Vanilla RLC 9mm QR fork orphaned when a Talas 15QR arrived. Thats right, the Turner has had a double ended diet and lost her coils from both sides at the same time...

...and no that isn't a euphemism for anything to do with hookers and blow.


Monday, May 12, 2014

Henry



We lost Henry today. He was almost 12. This is the most representative picture I could find of him, Christmas 2008. Timid, scared, doleful and confused. He tried to bond and be affectionate, and succeeded for the most part, but just beneath the surface there was always the traumatized puppy that crawled, bewildered, into my lap at the pet store, unwanted and abandoned. Life sometimes isn't very fair. It usually isn't, actually. Henry was in many ways a symbol of that. Floppy and gangly, and dumb as a box of rocks. His previous owners named him 'Duke' and tried to toughen him up and lead him around with a chain. That plan failed miserably and at less than a year old he was a surprise return to the adoption center staff during a pet store adoption day, where we first saw him. Third shelf, huddled in his crate. Wondering what just happened, a situation he was usually in. I asked to see him, and was told he was not for adoption, that he would need to be reevaluated. I asked if he could just come out of the crate and play with us, and the adoption folks agreed, and he made straight for my lap when I sat down on the floor. We brought him home the next week.  

Henry just wanted to be loved. Actually, I don't think he knew what love was. What he really wanted was to have a full belly, a warm place to flop down, and people somewhere nearby, comfortingly close, but yet peacefully distant. 

I hope we provided you with that warmth and comfort. You were a good boy, Henry. We will always love you.

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

SOLD!



Never really found the love with the new EWR that I have for the old, so out it goes.  Unfortunate too, because as a 26" wheeled hardtail frame, it is nearly worthless on the market.  Sold frame, King headset, Salsa seat clamp and Thomson post for about 1/4 of the price I bought the frame for new in 2008. 

Pain.