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I miss it too. I'm sitting around like a pudding because of ME and depression. A ten minute job on the bike seems to take 3 months. I'm part of the way through fitting a front brake. The depression and ME got a lot worse, so everything is gathering dust. I also got DVT and Covid. Didn't help. The rest of my life is in worse chaos than the bike. Filth, bills, awkward landlord. Exhaustion after doing the smallest thing. It's all shite. I'm just marking time until something kills me, or I do it myself, which I think about all the time.
Progress report for today. Trivial stuff but it helps me get out of my funk.
Dug out my tubs. 4 kinds. Inflated them to stretch them. Might mount one tomorrow. They're all described as 27 or 28 but they get to 32 or 33 when inflated on their own. The Dugast one (which is labelled Mavic) looks a bit unhappy, as if the tape is coming off. Best to ignore it I think.
My dodgy Ciamillo brakes are not wide and have no quick release. So the wheel will only go on when the tyre is uninflated. And there won't be much clearance, if any. Fingers crossed. I know the cable end is a disgrace, please don't put me in the anti-porn thread.
I introduced the cat to her prototype compartment. It's just cardboard and tape, and hangs off the tri bar clipons. It needs to be ultralight and aero, so I went with the 3rd Stage Guild Navigator design. But I don't really like it. It's overwhelmingly ugly.