Hot n' Cold

This post was originally incorrectly posted to My Leftist Commie-Liberal Rantings, and was moved over here where it BELONGS, and backdated, on October 11, 2007!

Even though I am WRACKED by a cold, I rode the bike (Jamis) to work today, to spread disease and pestilence among the peasants.

I arrived at work, hooked up the battery charger, then heard a little "clang". What the heck is that, says I? I looked on the floor, it was a shiny piece of metal that "Trek" stamped in it.



What the is THAT, says I, redundantly, but with emphasis? (How do you punctuate that?)

I thought and thought, and looked and looked.

Not a Trek bike, not Trek panniers, not a Trek seat, no even Trek pedals. If there even are such a thing.

Then I had a thought, boy, that looks a lot like part of the toolbag bracket. Oh, yes, I have a Trek toolbag. And that's what it was. The screws came loose, and part of the bracket fell out. And one of said screws disappeared. Probably is in Santee. All that was holding the bag on was the seatpost strap.



I lost a toolbag once with all the tools, having placed my faith in Velcro. I was inconsolable for years.

I got out some appropriate tools, and a screw that I found in a cottage cheeeeese container, and some Locktite, and went to work.




It went together with a minimum of pain, for once. And the screw is so shiny. And any thieves will have to carry TWO tools to steal it!



All is well.

Did I mention it was a little chilly this morning, so I wore the helmet liiner?
I thought not.

It was 60° F (16° C), for goodness sake!