Of Rocks And Stuff

After a disgusting breakfast I took the Schwinn, at around 6:30 a.m., and rode down to the dam and back, via El Cajon ans Santee. An uneventful ride. Cool enough, and threatening to be sunny when I started out, but when I got through the rising Gorge it had turned a little overcast, which was ok by me!

Here are those rocks I mentioned the other day, on the Fr. J. Serra path in Mission Gorge/Mission Trails Regional Park.



Ain't they pretty?

I was passed on the Jackson Drive Hill by a fellow who commented, "That's quite a little hill" I babbled, wheezily, "Yes, it's my Alpe d'Huez!"

He had no further comments.

So, that's about twenty for the day, and about twenty-two for the weak.

The Fat Cyclist expounds why he like to climb here. I believe I have made MY feelings clear in a previous post.

When braking on the Schwinn, I feel as if the headset is loose, however, when at rest and locking the front wheel then rocking the bike, no movement is detected. I remember the headset went in by hand, so I wonder if there is a slight amount of movement under braking stress that I am feeling. Maybe if I goop the headset with Loctite Red? Or did I put the bearings incorrectly, as I was warned not to by Mr. Steve the M.? Only one way to find out, and I'm am not up to it!

No flats so far, in spite of the superglued tire!