I tell you, the last three posts reek. They cry foul of a sicko that's forgotten to take his pill. I'm a doofus-face, seriously.
But, I've wised up. I'm back to the "fit-of-idiocy" theory with the Cannondale. I needed that bike like I needed a tail. I'm not a cat. I don't need a tail. Although in some situations it might provide good balance.... I digress.
The Cannondale is up for sale, if anyone wants it. I'm a steel guy, thru-and-thru. That "special occasion" that I bought the thing for just never seems to come up, and of the times I've used it I've not been any faster for it. The kind of riding I do, it doesn't make any difference. I think the final straw was adjusting the headset after this weekend's Cidermill ride and finding a carbon steer tube waiting for me. I realized that nearly everything I was AGAINST in modern bicycle production was staring my right in the face, and I bought into it all. That steer tube was a surprise. You know, it probably IS strong enough - but someone else will have to find out. It's just not me.
One comment on my last post just screamed at me, too -- "you Cannondale guys are all over-analytical" He's right, and I'm trying really hard to get OUT of that mode. I don't want to be that guy, in either respect: Cannondale rider, or over-analytical freak-job. So, it ends now. I mean, look at what I was DOING on the last post!!!
10-speed vs. 9-speed and how much they WEIGHED??!!? What the hell, Dude????
What happened to me??? DOOFUS!
What was I thinking, indeed.
So, we move on. What of the Kogswell, you say? It's coming back. I realized that after the 600K, it was PERFECT. If the only thing standing between me and riding that bike is a few millimeters of extra steel above the fork crown, then I should simply take the elbow grease to it -- and so I did. It was a stupid notion to get rid of that awesome frame just because of a lousy fork issue like that. It took less than an hour to fix. DOOFUS! Here I was, ready to toss it in the dumpster, and save for my "dream bike", when in reality it was hanging in the garage the whole time, with a few MM of steel standing in my way. If I'd had a regular old ball-bearing headset installed, instead of a Chris King, NONE OF THIS EVER WOULD HAVE HAPPENED. But, we learn, we fix, we move on.
Enough self-degradation, tho -- I suppose on some level we all go thru life with certain levels of regrets and stupid moves, or it wouldn't be a very interesting journey. This has certainly been interesting. But, like I'd said before, it's also getting a little tired, so this is the end of this little "issue". Back to riding.
I'll see you on the road! Knuckle-draggers UNITE!