Well, of course I'm only selling OTHER people's stuff to make space, like the wife's road bike! Hoof it, woman!
And her shoes! Women don't NEED shoes!
Are retro boxes as valuable as retro parts? I'm not keeping this stuff, but give me a shout if you want to buy my garbage.
We'll step back and take a look...

And, seemingly in honor of Paul's carpenter buddy, who always totes a big trash can of construction debris, you know what's in the black can, right? Scrap wood! No pressure treated though, I no wanna get the cancer. Folding chair and bike added to complete my fraudulent 'camping trip'. I'll get one in for real here shortly. Throw some Fox Bros BBQ down my gullet too.

In with a nifty little template guide borrowed from a friend at work...
And finally, in with a new nickel knob. I must have been drunk with celebration of a job well done, what with the quality of this crappy picture! I'll need to paint the doors now. This one I had to kick in to free the rug rat after she locked herself in out bedroom. Then I had to glue the door. That episode was what touched off the whole knob replacement plan.
Second. With all the hullabaloo about international shipping kicking around on the Retrobike boards, I thought I'd do a little buying from Europe and see how the shipping experience works the other direction. So I found some little doodads I have a use for, offered by a top rated seller in France, and took the plunge. Seller has already left feedback, so it looks like he's on the stick and things are going good. Now I just wait to see how long a trans Atlantic ship-job takes for four little wheel skewers...Fox Vanilla. The Revelation on the blue EWR is a leaky pile of muck. I'll send that sucker off to PUSH and get on with the Vanilla. When the Revelation comes back, then I'll mount that sucker to the Titanium bike, use it for pure cross country and commute on the Beast. Clear as mud, everyone? Good.

Sakae Ninja chain ring. My NOS ring from the bookshelf is now on the Rocky, so you KNOW I had to run right out and get another NOS spare. Hey I'm no fool.
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Deore cranks, NOS, with NOS Race Face bash guard and Sakae Ninja granny ring. The bash is surely not correct vintage, but I want to ride this bike and the technical trails around here don't like low bottom brackets and 46 tooth big rings. And I'm a fat slob that can't push a big ring. Yeah...that too.
Deore DX rear derailleur. Short cage. I picked this one because it has patina. That's French for it's got scratches on it. Duh!
Dia Compe 986 brakes. I assembled these out of a bin of salvaged 986 parts I snagged on fleabay cheap.Rats! I just read the LAST post, and dammit if I didn't spill the beans already! Yeah...these bits are destined for the Rascal. I was holding out hope that I'd be able to find an old school IRD 'Ricky Racer' stem for the Rascal, as I had one of those bad boys on the old Rascal back in the day. Alas...I think there are only 10 in existence, because not only do you never see them for sale, you never see them on a bike at all! It was a cool stem back in the day, although not terribly functional, as the double quill style mounting never stayed tight, and during technical rides, your handlebars would cock 30 degrees to one side at the most inopportune time. Still, they were swank, and they are rare, and I'm a slutty tramp for the swank and the rare. And besides, random bar misalignment just makes riding more "technical!"
Got a picture somewhere of the Ricky Racer. I should post that up so the 99.8% of you out there who have no idea what the hell I'm talking about can at least have an idea what the target of my lust looks like.
Anyway...no IRD, meh! I'll plug in an A-Tac and a Taperlite and call it a day. Either way, I should get my big carcass out on a bike soon or the stem/bar combo on the Klein won't matter, as my ever increasing winterized girth will snap the Klein itself into a lump of soda-can kindling, A-Tac be damned!
Fat Man + Klein = Fail

I'm home today, from work. The child, AKA Rugratius Infectus, had a slight fever last night, and she's been sputtering like her daddy for the past few days, so we kept her home. Which means I'm at home. Which means I have unlimited access to the Internet.
Which of course, means I'm on eBay again! Bwah!
