It happens to me at least once a year. The need... for speed.
"Talk to me, Goose." Shortly after that, I find myself in the garage, starting silently at my bike and some of the old frames resting in the storage room. Blast.
Here we go again.
Stuff that hangs from my bike suddenly looks out of place, heavy, as aero as a fallen log, bulky as a bag of leaves. Why does this happen? Why is the bike the first place I look for speed?
I think we all do this, as cyclists, once in a while. For me, the goal is to get out of the garage before I get the tools in my hands. At the worst of times I had managed three complete bike builds in one weekend, the last one being the re-rebuild of the bike I'd started with. See, I eventually listened to reason... but only after swapping parts across three frames.
Exhausting... and time better spent riding, instead of thinking and lamenting.
I find myself, however, at a unique crossroads now. The Kogswell has been static for a while now, as I've managed to calm the restlessness of the past. The repeating cycle of winter bike projects has, meanwhile, freed up the old Trek 450 frame set (again) - which IS fast. As I think further about my plans for Dirty Kanza next year, I begin to wonder if I'm asking too much if the Kogs...