Crappy Motorcycle is Crappy
Having survived a weekend of an apartment full of family and preaching, I looked forward to this week. With parents that live on an entirely different continent, you have to make concessions. So no evening training this week I guess. Work is steady which is good. All in all life is pretty good.
But, there is always a but, not a butt. I love my wifes butt, it is awesome. But this but is the crappy but inevitable but. Kinda like someone mentioning Nazi's on a forum thread. It is just going to happen. As such my still fairly new '09 Victory Hammer S is heading back into the shop, again. Lets see it has been in the shop because of one thing or another at least 1/2 dozen times in the 4500 miles I have owned it. So that is a "service interval" of what, 750 miles. Which makes it about as reliable as an early 80's Harley.
Anyways, the bike in addition to getting the gas mileage of a mini-van, shifting like a twenty year old farm truck, now has a low harmonic that you can feel through both the foot pegs and the handle bars. I am guessing that when the new rear tire was put on they didn't set the belt tension correctly. If I am lucky.
By the way if you buy a Victory motorcycle and your dealerships service department is inept. Your screwed. I was planning on riding two hundred miles (t another Victory dealership) to have the bike looked over and the oil changed. Now I can't even do that because of the belt issue (please, oh please let it be that simple).
We are blessed. Sometimes people learn the hard lessons when they buy something big, like a house. We are getting screwed with a motorcycle, it sucks, but it could be much worse.
At least it is not peak riding weather in a part of the country where summer is a precious commodity. Oh wait.
JAU
Specialization is for Insects
It has occurred to me that as my life has had its many challenges and periods of difficulty so has my attempt at blogging. Thus instead of attempting to manage several discrete blogs I am gonna roll them all into one large multi-colored sammich.
So I will write about knitting, tech, and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu all in this one space. No idea how many people actually read this. Not sure it really matters. A blogger I follow tries to write 300 words a day. Seems like a worthy goal. Once upon a time I liked to write. Guess it is time to stretch those muscles again.
Jeremiah
P.S.
Well that is 106 words. But you have to start somewhere.
Solid start for the week
Got up on time. Started with some quiet time. If I am adrift spiritually anything that follows will be unbalanced. A good foundation is essential.
Did the push-up and sit-up tests for the One Hundred Push-up Challenge and the Two Hundred Sit-up Challenge, managed to stay out of the bottom bracket. Going to be working through those ladders M-W-F. This stays consistent with my workout days at Fargo BJJ. Tuesday, Thursday are my rest days. I will be trying to hit classes on Saturday, but for now it is optional.
Looking forward to classes tonight. Not sure what is being covered. Makes Mondays a little exciting.
In the hobby arena, I am almost done with Bunting Bag #2. Once is it done I will take them in to get the zippers sewn on. I will then start on my first beret. The yarn I have for it is incredible, makes me excited to get started on that project. I also realize that whether I like it or not I will have to start on my own sweater soon.
JAU
"There’s a fine line between salvation and drinking poison in the jungle." – Mark Twight
The quote that graces the title of this post has always struck a chord with me. As the bitter wet winter here finally gave way to what have been an epic spring I am force to assess some things as I barrel into what is normally a very busy time of year.
The uncomfortable truth is physically I have not progressed. I am static in a solidly obese state. While I have made solid goals and dug into difficult endeavors in the past. My present shows nothing of all that effort.
The uncomfortable truth is between the steady entropy of the human body with age and the hypnotic cultural norms I am sliding steady toward the fat middle age dude group at an incredibly consistent rate.
My problem is not starting and committing. I have repeatedly shown that I can do that for 4,6 or even 8 months at a shot. Then I relax, I forget, and the slide starts all over again.
I don’t know what has to change to enable the total commitment required to become who I should be, not who I let myself become.
JAU
What’s Cast On and What’s Waiting
Current:
“Scarf for Julie”, which has been a painfully slow process. Part of the problem is the pattern is of my own devising, the other is I am not a fan of the yarn. The scarf is a coworker and she provided the yarn. Noro Yuzen definitely has some funk and character. In which it is very fitting for the intended recipient. Still this is not a yarn I would buy otherwise. The gauge varies wildly from fingerling to bulky. Also for a premium yarn I am finding straw and crap in the fiber.
Queued:
My Ravelry Queue currently has a dozen projects queued up. While I expect the specifics to change a little bit here and there the projects breakdown as: 4 Sweaters, 2 Tube-tops, 1 pair of gloves, 1 hat, 1 skirt, 2 cami’s and a shawl. In my stash I have the yarn for my sweater, the gloves and the hat. I can make an additional two pairs of gloves out of what's left.
The majority of my projects are on hold for now pending buying a needle set. My needles of choice are Addi Turbo’s. Mostly because my favorite yarns are fat easy to split plies. So I am saving up for the Addi Clicks kit. No reason to keep buying single needles when I can nail the vast majority of my needs in one swoop.
JAU