Don Quixote waged battle against windmills--"Just then they came in sight of thirty or forty windmills ... Don Quixote... said to his squire, "Fortune is guiding our affairs better than we ourselves could have wished. Do you see over yonder, friend Sancho, thirty or forty hulking giants? I intend to do battle with them and slay them... this is a righteous war and the removal of so foul a brood from off the face of the earth is a service God will bless."
I had a skirmish of my own a couple of weeks ago--choosing the arms of a parking garage gate as my target. Following close to an exiting car, the arm came down as soon as the car passed, before I could make it through.
Designed to immediately raise when encountering any resistance, the arm left no more than a scratch on the bridge of my nose, a warning as it were. But my war is righteous, and I will continue the fight; I just need to do a better job of selecting my opponents.
More than just the environment; green commuting also embraces personal health.
Using DIY measurements and responses from thousands of adults across cultures, a Norwegian University of Science and Technology created a fitness calendar. I come out 10 years younger than my calendar age.
So there you go.
Bike came back, better than purchased, having received the "basic" (as opposed to the previously recommended "silver") tune-up per the warrantee. So ends that little adventure.
REI is not a bad store. It is a "non-profit cooperative" after all; margins turned into expansion and rebates. A little expensive, sometimes arrogant, but that initial mechanic wanting to do more than needed wasn't some guy working on a commission. He just loves bikes, likes his job, and wants to see all bikes in perfect condition all the time.
Like the surgeon's "a chance to cut is a chance to cure," the bike shop's motto is "I never saw a cable that didn't need replacement."
Don Quixote waged battle against windmills--"Just then they came in sight of thirty or forty windmills ... Don Quixote... said to his squire, "Fortune is guiding our affairs better than we ourselves could have wished. Do you see over yonder, friend Sancho, thirty or forty hulking giants? I intend to do battle with them and slay them... this is a righteous war and the removal of so foul a brood from off the face of the earth is a service God will bless."
I had a skirmish of my own a couple of weeks ago--choosing the arms of a parking garage gate as my target. Following close to an exiting car, the arm came down as soon as the car passed, before I could make it through.