Pink With Envy – Bike Snob NYC

Further to yesterday’s put up, I perceive one or two of you would possibly want gotten the impression I wasn’t completely happy to acquire a Shock Marinoni:

Nothing could be farther from the truth. Nothing is further thrilling than a model new bike–even when it’s an outdated bike that wishes a lot of work–and this morning I immediately set about preparing it for its maiden voyage (with me anyway):

Since this was solely a “attending to know you” journey, and my time was restricted, and it was raining out, I did completely the bare minimal of prep to get it rideable, though I did in reality change the saddle. As you presumably can take into consideration, the arrival of 1 different lugged metallic freeway bike with an Italian establish (even when it was in-built America’s cardboard Burger King crown) made you-know-who terribly uncomfortable, and I perhaps shouldn’t retailer them collectively because of I wouldn’t be shocked if the Marinoni met with an “accident” throughout the very near future:

By the easiest way, after I wheeled out the Faggin for that image, I discovered the rear tire was flat; heroically it carried me 70 miles merely the other day, and had the decency to attend until I obtained home to deflate itself.

Within the meantime, after giving the Marinoni its cursory tune-up, I was presumably two or three miles into my moist journey when this occurred:

As I stood there listening to the dying rattle I knew exactly who accountable:

I’m not going to name names, nevertheless she’s pink, she’s Italian, and he or she should fucking get well from it already:

Proper right here’s the murder weapon:

So I set about repairing the flat:

Which afforded me the prospect to snap a quick crotch shot:

One factor, ovalized chainstays, one factor vitality swap, one factor one factor.

After fixing the flat I considered merely heading once more home, nevertheless I figured I’d gotten my unhealthy luck out of the easiest way and I must proceed comparatively than being a “woosie.” So what do you discover out about driving a motorbike throughout the rain for an hour and a half?

Properly it undoubtedly feels desire it could be an superior bike, though I was distracted by the drivetrain:

Whereas I’d taken considerably time to manage it, shifting was nonetheless hit or miss, and given the age and state of affairs of the components this could be due to any number of causes: worn chain, worn cables, worn cassette, or any combination thereof. I moreover assume the derailleur is also considerably tweaked:

So clearly that full state of affairs goes to require consideration.

Experiencing the bike throughout the mild of day (comparatively speaking given the local weather) moreover gave me a possibility to take a higher check out the state of affairs of the top:

There are quite a few scrapes, and likewise a ding throughout the excessive tube:

Nevertheless complete it’s in increased state of affairs aesthetically than you-know-who, which suggests the vendetta is simply going to intensify:

I’m not even going to purpose to parse its journey top quality, coping with, blah blah blah, because of come on:

However it absolutely’s utterly a motorbike I want to proceed driving, and I’m eager to deal with the drivetrain factors so I can accomplish that free from distraction:

As for what that may entail, I’ll should check my components inventory and make half compatibility spreadsheets and keep a bunch of conferences with the board of directors, nevertheless throughout the meantime after an hour and a half throughout the rain (to not level out getting stabbed throughout the rear tire) the ‘Noner has formally been baptized:

Spring is actually the season of rebirth.