The rain continues.
Clearly the gods have finally heard our sniveling here in the northernmost reaches of the Chihuahuan Desert. UnRealtors throughout the Greater Duck! City Metropolitan Area rejoice and sing “Hosanna!” Which is not a Gilda Radner character from Back in the Day® when “SNL” was still funny.
Anyone hoping to float the Rio anytime soon will still need 32-inch wheels, knobby tires, and hydraulic disc brakes for their rafts and kayaks. Nevertheless, arise, ye prisoners of dehydration, etc.
I went running in the rain yesterday, and it seems that I will be doing it again today, if I want to enjoy any class of healthful outdoor exercise, which I do. There’s not enough water for swimming — not yet, anyway, unless you’re suddenly awakened while sleeping rough in an arroyo — and since Herself works from home on Thursdays, if I should happen to make an indoor thing of myself she will find some chore for me to perform.
Anyway, running in the rain gets me away from the Mac, where the news is.
Jesus wept. The Squeaker of the House just shut the joint down and sent all his clock-watching monkey-spankers home after doing less actual work in the past few months than Mitch McConnell, who at least had the excuse of being kept alive in cryogenic sleep while RFK sewed him up a new body out of fresh roadkill and a couple prehistoric Trump Steaks from Natalie’s freezer.
Too bad. I was looking forward to watching that caravan of fools try to impeach Field Marshal Scheisskopf von Kegsbreath while he heaves and grunts through a few of his weak-ass pullups, stinking of cheap O-club gin and kicking his legs like a cranky toddler resisting bedtime.
That’s probably why Beelzebozo ordered RFK to rebuild The Turtle. He wanted to make sure the Senate had the numbers to keep Kegsbreath on his sinking PBR, if the House actually grew a pair, and if that meant reinstalling the old Kentucky roadblock as a collection of rotting coonskins that Dan’l Boone wouldn’t wear to a goat fuck, well, tough shit, Mitch. Die on your own time.
Still raining up here, too!
We got a break, just enough of one to go for a 5K run without getting soaked. Winning, etc.
More, please. And thank you.
We had 0.4 inches yesterday and 0.3 the day before.
I read they gave mitch the bitch a raccoon penis.
So far, 0.64 inch for the month. Normal for September is 1.15 inch. So … not bad.
Wouldn’t be Mitch’s first raccoon penis, is my guess.
We had 1.7″ on Tuesday night and about .7 ” late last night in Paradise Hills, Taylor Ranch are and we’re still way effing short Monsoon better get here muy pronto or it will b e bad.,
On Mooch McConnell look at the expression on his face not sure of any activity in the rain pan, but then that could be normal.
You guys are getting the business up there. Excellent.
Ol’ Mooch looks like he’s a dawg short of a coon hunt, for sure. But he still probably has more on the ball than the bozo snoozing in the Oval Orifice between shits, fits, and remodeling projects.
“RFK sewed him up a new body out of fresh roadkill and a couple prehistoric Trump Steaks”
Gotta get me some of them Trump steaks then. I could use some healing power now and then. So you can simply replace worn out body parts with em? Who knew!
The squirrels here are burying nuts (in the rain) frantically and in disturbing numbers. There are 8 in the yard right now. Makes one think of End of Days or perhaps on a less dramatic note: one helluva tought winter coming. We’ve had a massive white tail deer kill off here in the south end of the Mitten. Seems a little midge gnaws on them, they get a fever and go to water to die. Counted 7 dead dear on a recent SUP ride on a small lake. On the bike trail in stretches through wetlands, you can smell an overwhelming stench. Screw it….I’m going back to thinking End of Days…..
Are your deer coming down with chronic wasting disease? I know it’s been a problem in Colorado over the years.
I wish we could get your squirrels to bury a few of the nuts in DeeCee, but that’s a big ask. They may be looking forward to the End of Days.
They can’t find any nuts in DC.
Plenty of nuts. But no ’nads.
Republican Caucus AKA Pants In A Puddle Gang
No it’s not CWD but Epizootic Hemorrhagic Disease (EHD). Christ on a cracker it’s hard enough on the white tails dodging cars but a tiny, no-see-um size midge is decimating them. Just 3 weeks ago we had 2 sets of twin fawns with their Moms coming in every evening to eat apples off the ground from some ancient trees. Along with two bucks who were no doubt in wait for the mating bell to ring. Now they are gone and the yellow-jackets are swarming the rotting apples. So far only one has stung me but Ima giving them wide berth.
Coondick toothpick for bro Mitch
All dry up here in the PNW dry land. Although we have had a couple of nice rain showers over the last week.
I lifted one of my neglected bikes off of it’s indoor stand earlier today (Friday). I thought that I would check it out and take it for a little spin. All was well with the dust and cobwebs that inhabited it, but the front triple lever was mostly inactive. I could shift up onto the big ring but no go snapping down to the inner rings. I suspected that the limited-use factory goo in the lever was holding back my thoughts of pedaling up the hills a little easier. So after a liberal application of basic WD40, the brifter began to free up and allowed the use of the inner rings again. It sure is nice to relax spinning that inner chainring.
I dunno why so many cyclists shun the triple. In my advanced state of decay I like to be able to reach for some ridiculous combo like 22x32T, or 24x36T, if I can find it.
Which mostly I can, since I have six bikes with triples.
The Voodoo Nakisi had that steel 22T little ring, thanks to its Deore XT subcompact crank (42/32/22T). Man, did that ever come in handy on some steep pitches. What a bailout gear. I saved the crankset because I know, deep in my heart, that one day it will once again serve its purpose.
And Shawn, if the now docile shifter was an STI family member well…you just saved enough to hand out the big candy bars to everyone on Halloween. I made the mistake of taking one apart years ago to service it. It did not end well. Found out the preferred fix is exactly what you did
See, this is why God made bar-end shifters.
When the right-side STI brifter on my No. 2 Steelman Eurocross croaked I went to a pair of Shimano’s bargain-basement aftermarket dealies. But when the second went on the No. 1 Eurocross I embraced the humble 8-speed Ultegra bar-con. Light, simple and cheap. Well, used to be, anyway, when you could still find them.
I still have STI on the DBR Prevail TT (9-speed Ultegra) and the red Steelman Eurocross (aftermarket 8-speed Flight Deck thingie). Herself’s Soma Double Cross has a set of 105 STI brifters that remains functional after … 20 years? But she’s a once-a-week, fair-weather rider.
I have a set of Microshift bar-cons in a box some’eres. Just in case. You never know when you might need ’em. …
I used 105 brifters for decades without a problem, sometimes moving some from one bike frame to another. XT components were also extremely trouble free. My two favorite groups were XT and 105. I had a XT triple on my SOMA Saga.
The Shimano STI brifters are actually pretty durable and last many years. Normally what happens is exactly what I had occur, the factory lubricant goo inside become a little too sticky and won’t let the lever internals to release back into position. I had a gen 1 DuraAce STI brifter that began to present me with sticking problems, and for a few years and several applications of aerosol solvent lubrication bathing, it worked ok. But finally the internals began to act up and I enjoyed tearing it apart to find out how it worked. Lot’s of little parts that I didn’t try to put back together again. I ended up finding a new gen 1 replacement lever at a great price. So the lesson is, a couple of clean rags and some WD40 will normally keep the ICBM’s operating correctly and ready to launch.
Triple? Oh, so that is what that little chainring is for !