|"There, done. DADDDDYYY, come check my work!!!"|
I bought a clamp on set of down-tube shifters at a LBS that had integrated cable stops and even though this clamp was for a 1" tube I figured I'd give it a shot. I took the shifters off and just used the clamp with the stops so I could hopefully ride this fucking thing for once, and I'd just order some Shimano bolt on cable stops later.
I found a long enough bolt to make the clamp actually clamp and I had some spare rubber tubing shims to protect the paint from the metal clamp so I figured I was good to go. I was nearly done with getting the derailleur's adjusted correctly when I realized why it was going so slowly for me. The clamp had failed to clamp and it had slid down the tube towards the bottom bracket very slowly and this is why I kept magically finding too much slack in my cables. Also, the clamp had slid off the rubber shim and gouged the paint all the way down to the metal. FUCKING BRILLIANT. I don't mind scratches, but I haven't even ridden this bike yet and it looks like a cracked out beaver tried to chew the down-tube in half. I could have cared less if I'd have scratched it from my inaugural SPD mishap, but NO, this came from me being an impatient idiot, fuck me I was pissed.
So I did the only thing I could think to do, I threw all hope out the fucking window, broke a few things, sulked around for a bit, and then rode my shitty beach cruiser up to Little Caesar's for some solace in a box. You see, I am a fat little boy, and stuffing my face is the only thing that makes me feel better. It doesn't make me feel happy, just better, and at exactly the point when I am done eating I feel like shit.
|Fuck 'em, Yeah.|
Well, I have to get back to eating pizza and waiting for tiny $20 pieces of metal to show up at my door later this week so I can finish this stupid bike.
I have nothing more.