The rig is in the shop, the detritus from the New Mexico trip is taken care of, and I have a good book going. So the tempo is pretty slow right now. That's a good thing, but I do sense some distinctly itchy feet.
The night before I left on the last trip, I discovered that someone had cut the cable which locks the bike to its travel rack. I put up a picture in this post. I picked up the pieces, wondered what had happened, and hit the road.
It turned out that there was more damage than I'd seen at first. When I took the bike off the rack to use it at City of Rocks, other problems became apparent: the quick-release spindle for the front wheel was missing, one pedal was missing, and the little rear-view mirror was cracked. So it looks like this was a more determined theft attempt than I'd thought. This, in my very calm 55+ town home community! I've replaced the spindle, and I'm ordering new pedals. And now that I have time to focus on this, a little shaken. The damage can be repaired, and the expense isn't all that great. I guess it's easier to understand a theft attempt than random vandalism, which was my first impression. But still ...
The trip to the shop is because I noticed a fluid leak under the rig in the vicinity of the rear axle. I wondered if this was from the leaky kitchen sink faucet, but no: it looked, smelled and felt oily and automotive. I'd had the differential rebuilt before the last trip, so maybe this was fallout from that job. Buck has had the rig for a couple of days, now, with no word. I'm trying not to worry about expense. Whatever it is, it can be fixed. The leaky faucet is next.
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