It's been awful cold here for the last few days. I rode a little and ran up some stairs in a parking garage for a while, but mostly I sat on my ass and read.
I discovered the primary danger in buying a book from a used book store. A bookmark with someone's child on it might fall out:
I was terrified when this little blond kid fell into my lap. Look at the beady-eyed devil. Smiling his little 2005 smile. Who knows where he is now. He could be selling heroine on the streets, or worse, making smoothies at Orange Julius.
I also repacked my tool bag. While I had everything out, I made a list of all the stuff I haul around.
-8 spare I9 spokes (they don't break often, but I assume that I won't be able to walk into a shop and buy some if they do.)
-Ratcheting screwdriver with torx and hex bits
-Hammer, a plastic one for fixing things and a metal one for destroying them
-Pedal Wrench (not sure why I carry that around, none of my pedals have wrench flats)
And small parts:
-Formula compression fittings
-Northwave shoe buckles (rocks are not kind to clicky-buckles)
-Stan's valve stems
-Extra chain pieces
-Digital pressure gauge
-20t cog for when the first one wears out
With some spare tires and friends to steal stuff from that's enough to fix almost any bike or small car problem on the road. It's probably two much. I think the back pack I have that stuff in weighs almost 40 pounds:
But I'd rather have something and not need it than need it and not have it.