Shalom

I'm back posting again for several reasons. First and foremost my girlfriend keeps gently reminding me (read: nagging) to update my blog. Second, but perhaps equally important are my experiences in Greece and Israel this summer, which I need to jot down. I'll devote several posts to that, as well as posting a plethora of photos on my moribund flickr account in the coming weeks.

The last couple days, since getting back from a trip to Florida (more on this in the next post), all I've done is ride my bike and engage in the barbarities of bike maintenance. After finding a perfectly fit, black mid-80s Peugeot frame in an apartment complex trash pile, I've been attempting to convert it into a snazzy single-speed. It also needs brakes, which up until a couple of days ago, I hadn't tried to install myself. So far I've got the front brakes set up, but the damn rear brakes are proving quite the challenge. I need a Dremel tool to cut the sheath which protects the cables to size, but sadly I don't have one. I may have to go purchase some badass wire cutters, or resort to getting the professionals at the local bike shop to help me out.

The latter option wouldn't trouble me terribly; one of the gals at the local bike shop is cute and highly skilled with a blowtorch.

Today, while on a short ride, I stopped by Price Park. This is where they have the Revolutionary War reenactments each year. I've been meaning for some time to kick around in the field out there and see what the reenactors may have left behind. Well, after a good half hour of exploring I found a musket ball and a powder charge still full of black powder. That's half a deadly weapon, that is! At some point I need to go back out there with a metal detector; not only is it the site of a reenactment, but the site of an actual battle fought in 1781.

I've no plans for tomorrow, so someone needs to come and entertain me.