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I'm beginning to get a little ticked with Performance. Now, I know some of you will extol the virtues of city-local bike shops, but that's neither nere nor there. I've received poor service at just about every shop in one way or another, Performance not excluded in the least. The reason I'm taking my bike there is because I bought my bike there. As such, I'm supposed to get a certain type of preferential or accommodating treatment. But, I'm also taking my bike there because it's slightly more convenient than hauling my bike downtown, trolling for a parking spot, and then pretty much taking that entire drive just to drop off my bike. Going out to Performance, I can maximize my use of the car and make the most of suburban sprawl. I know, I could instead make the most of city-shopping, but I guess when you get right down to it, I prefer the suburbs over University City.
So... when I called last week to schedule an appointment, I was under the impression that being told my bike would be finished on Wednesday meant that it would actually be finished on Wednesday. Not still waiting to be worked on come Thursday or Friday. While I don't excruciatingly mind taking my mountain bike to and from work (I figure riding that tank is the equivalent of swimming in practices wearing a drag suit--once I get my Giant back, I'll be like a rocket! Or, at least, like faster bike commuter...), I would particularly enjoy having my road-ish bike back before Sunday. Heck, I'd like it back tonight, but I'm not holding my breath. I'm calling out to them around 10:30 and giving them a slice of hell.
Tomorrow I'm taking the Ghia down to my parents' house. Aside from having a squee-attack over my car, I also plan on lounging in the pool for 3 or 4 hours. My grandmother's back home now after having spent the last few weeks in a rehabilitation center. I might just visit her, too, but that visit will have to happen before I put on the bathing suit. Because once the suit is on, people, I'm only going to the pool. Plus, leatherette on bare skin? Not a good idea. Little Sis should be down at my mom's, so with us they girls, it'll be like a party.
Sunday, I'm hoping to take a training ride with Joe and Mike. If I have to ride my mountain bike, I will likely cry and pitch a fit. While the two boys cruise at 19+ mph, I'll be trudging up the rear at 14mph. How do you spell suck?
Tonight is Friday night. That means that there should be plenty o' drinking and eating. I've been promising Sarah a knitty refresher--she's sort of paused at the heel on her second sock of the pair. Now, I have enough problems remembering where I left off on my own projects, but luckily, Sarah's in the habit of taking copious notes while knitting. IF we can manage to review her notes before we start drinking, then the knitting should start again this evening. Otherwise, I suggest she find herself a one-legged friend that's in need of a sock.
Two more weeks before life kinda returns to normal at work. Then I can really start to get my hands deep in the collection. I've got TONS of plans, but I'm glad I've had a couple of months to sort of digest the atmosphere and usage here.
And now, a beverage. I just can't seem to get enough to drink lately. I suppose it doesn't help that for every 8 oz of water I drink, I sweat out about 16 while biking. It's so gawdawful humid...
So... when I called last week to schedule an appointment, I was under the impression that being told my bike would be finished on Wednesday meant that it would actually be finished on Wednesday. Not still waiting to be worked on come Thursday or Friday. While I don't excruciatingly mind taking my mountain bike to and from work (I figure riding that tank is the equivalent of swimming in practices wearing a drag suit--once I get my Giant back, I'll be like a rocket! Or, at least, like faster bike commuter...), I would particularly enjoy having my road-ish bike back before Sunday. Heck, I'd like it back tonight, but I'm not holding my breath. I'm calling out to them around 10:30 and giving them a slice of hell.
Tomorrow I'm taking the Ghia down to my parents' house. Aside from having a squee-attack over my car, I also plan on lounging in the pool for 3 or 4 hours. My grandmother's back home now after having spent the last few weeks in a rehabilitation center. I might just visit her, too, but that visit will have to happen before I put on the bathing suit. Because once the suit is on, people, I'm only going to the pool. Plus, leatherette on bare skin? Not a good idea. Little Sis should be down at my mom's, so with us they girls, it'll be like a party.
Sunday, I'm hoping to take a training ride with Joe and Mike. If I have to ride my mountain bike, I will likely cry and pitch a fit. While the two boys cruise at 19+ mph, I'll be trudging up the rear at 14mph. How do you spell suck?
Tonight is Friday night. That means that there should be plenty o' drinking and eating. I've been promising Sarah a knitty refresher--she's sort of paused at the heel on her second sock of the pair. Now, I have enough problems remembering where I left off on my own projects, but luckily, Sarah's in the habit of taking copious notes while knitting. IF we can manage to review her notes before we start drinking, then the knitting should start again this evening. Otherwise, I suggest she find herself a one-legged friend that's in need of a sock.
Two more weeks before life kinda returns to normal at work. Then I can really start to get my hands deep in the collection. I've got TONS of plans, but I'm glad I've had a couple of months to sort of digest the atmosphere and usage here.
And now, a beverage. I just can't seem to get enough to drink lately. I suppose it doesn't help that for every 8 oz of water I drink, I sweat out about 16 while biking. It's so gawdawful humid...
