With two of my three bikes in the shop for repairs, I rode to work on Little Nellie, my Bike Friday New World Tourist. Nellie has little wheels so the ride is comparable to the bike I rode in 1st grade. The upside of little wheels is the responsive steering and quick acceleration. The downside is the harsh ride (quite hard on my back) and the fact that little holes in the road pose a danger.
I made it to work uneventfully, despite the fact that my left hand had trouble gripping the brake lever. This was an after effect of my bike crash over the weekend. I also was kind of groggy from staying up late to watch the Academy Awards on TV. No worries. I made it in one piece and was even treated to a bald eagle sighting at the Belle Haven nest. Seeing a bald eagle, majestic in the early morning light, perched high above the trail always makes my day..
During the day I received an email telling me that the Sequoia was ready for pick up. Excellent news, dude. The ride home was considerably warmer than the morning commute but the head wind made for an honest bit of work. I noticed that the left hand was now functioning properly, no doubt the result of the ingestion of Vitamin I (ibuprofen) during the day.
I dropped Little Nelllie at home and jumped in the car to retrieve the Sequoia. Fred, my long-time mechanic, had bent the fork back into place evenly. It felt fine but it was still about 1/2 inch to close to the frame. My toes overlapped with the front wheel, surely a recipe for disaster. I returned the bike and we'll see if Fred can salvage my baby.
If he can't I have two options. Option one would be to buy a new fork. The odds of this working out are not real good. It's a 19 year old bike after all. Option two would be to say good bye to an old friend and buy a new bike. This is a nightmare, not because of the expense, but because I am an utterly incompetent consumer. I suppose this is a good thing, because otherwise I'd have ten bikes instead of three.
So will see if Fred can tweak the fork a bit more and go from there. Little Nellie gets the call again tomorrow. She doesn't mind. It's lonely being home alone.