Stupid Hurts

Maybe riding in the rain last week wasn’t such a good idea. Since then I have had to pull my Allez apart several times to lube parts and chase out phantom creaks and groans. After the most recent two hour stint in the shop I thought I had finally gotten rid of all the noises, only to find out my crank arms have essentially started to fail. The noises they are making is pretty appalling. When I pedal the chearing of metal sounds like my bike is crying almost.

After further inspection I need at least a new set of cranks and probably a bottom bracket. I would be pissed about it, but I ordered a new bike the middle of last week and it got here today. Or so I thought.

I walked up front at work to enter a ticket I had just completed and I saw the package I have been waiting for. I got really excited, but when I checked the packing slip I realized they sent the wrong size and the wrong color. Which means I have to send this one back and what another week or two to get the correct one in. For some reason brown got mistaken for silver.

Unfortunately I started weighing my options while deciding what I was going to do with the bike that was mistakenly sent to me. And I got to look at all sorts of things I don’t need to spend my money onm