all you need is lube, doo de doo de doo... lube is all you need.

a nice thorough lube job fixed sunday's shifting troubles. since this is occurrence #2 of this problem, with the same easy fix both times, i think the suggestion is clear: I should do this weekly.

while i was at it i wiped down some of the surfaces and now the bike is shiny again, kinda. shiny makes me faster. i need a v-tec sticker to go even more faster.

today i finally gave sawyer camp trail a try. i shudder to think of what it's like on a weekend. on a tuesday it's like a not-too-busy foster city trail, small hordes of people taking up too much room, although very rarely taking up both lanes. it didn't seem like it was all uphill, but it seemed downhill on the return trip, so i guess it was. i don't reckon i did the whole thing, i turned around at mile marker 5.5. tuesday is easy day, remember?

i didn't get honked at but i got flipped the bird. give, and so shall ye receive, toolshed. he really wanted me to see it, too, as he left it up a long time. the bird is expressive but not detailed, so i can only guess at his major malfunction. perhaps he didn't like the fact that he was too pansy to pass me on the left in the obstacle course, and was not aware that i have as much right to the road as he does. add to teh fact that i was moving at 27mph in a 25 zone, and he didn't have much to complain about. i wish there was a hand signal for "why don't you pull over and see how much pain i can deal out when i'm flowing with testosterone and endorphins?"

this is why i shouldn't ever join critical mass, i'd mangle a motorist. heh.

actually, it's be more like "why don't you pull over and we'll see if i can get these roadie shoes off in time to have the balance for fisticuffs?" probably not.