Got a Specialized "Speedzone Elite" a couple weeks back, and have been fucking around with it, trying to get cops to give me a speeding ticket on my otherwise innocuous and somewhat unfashionable rides. Thus far I haven't even gotten a cop to so much as crack a smile. Douchbags- 99.9% of them. (The other tiny percentage used to drink and play after-hours pool with us in Kona at a seedy Greek bar with the most heinous food and the absolute best bartenders. Those guys were dope. They always made sure we got home safe- always decent stand-up guys and totally cool.) (End of rose tinted glasses rant. Cest la vie- I'm not in Kansas anymore.) I went 34 in a 25 the other day and I saw the man spock me with the gun. Rookie Blue didn't know what to do. That made me smile. ;)
Went down towards the West Side on family stuff last Sunday and figured I'd give the Cratoni a trial run on the Makakilo hill. I haven't done shit on the Cratoni since I bought it (except un-true the rim slightly one evening on the way home from the pub) but I felt optimism in the air and took a WTF attitude about it. This led to that and that got in the way of this and I ended up never getting above the H1 @ Makakilo. So on my way home I got dropped off at Kam Highway in front of HPU and I did a quick test run of the new speedo on the bottom half of the Pali. Hit sixty mph at the very bottom, without ever pedaling- that was pretty alright. I still need to have someone double-check my calibration on the speedo- I just did it myself, following the instructions- I think I'd like a second opinion before I start bragging about whatever humble speed I hit.
Lost my keys on the way down- figured that out when I got home- so I rode the bus back up and did it again. Afternoons suck- the trades factor in big time. Only hit 57 on that trip- and actually I was seriously disappointed.
I did find my keys- that was cool. Right at the bottom.
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