I ONLY KNOW ONE WAY TO CLEAN MY BIKE, and it goes like this:
1. Have all afternoon with nothing to do.
2. Dial up an Essential playlist on i-Tunes.
Today I lost myself in Bob Dylan: The rushing beat of Hurricane’s rush to judgement, the feeling of a Rolling Stone, the sweetness of Forever Young, the playful Duquesne Whistle, the story of Tangled Up In Blue…
… soulful messages for my soul…
… reminding me of my own rushes to judge, the need to love the unknown, the dreams I have for my kids, the stories I hear and share…
I gently cleaned the grime and dirt, slowly. Most easily wiped away. Simple adjustments were made.
But, I found a flaw.
My bottom bracket was loose, wobbly, not good at all… something I no longer feel confident adjusting on my own. It’s a real tweaker. Today’s bikes are complex… which means I have to drive to the shop and be without my bike for while.
Sometimes you need an expert to fix your flaws, mostly though, time and tunes get it done.