So no, not elderly for me just yet. However, it did feel somewhat like I was visiting one last night. Headed to the garage per usual, to see the sick and needy. Or in this case, a bit like visiting the laboratory where the Six Million Dollar Man was created. And if you don't know that show, you definitely are not elderly.
Or cool.
Anyway, I decided to tackle mounting the front wheel. Permanently like. (Though yes, that's not likely to be the last time, I know). And once I figured out that removing the brake caliper altogether makes it a lot easier to mount the wheel (yeah... maybe I am getting slower in my waning years...) it became a pretty easy chore. And hey- no one got hurt or maimed either... Victory!
Well, I went for a stroll. And pushed. She's not up for actually putting forth any effort on anything just yet, but was happy enough to be outside just the same.
So, breeze in my hair and bugs in my teeth it wasn't, but nice it was. And the cool part was that nothing major fell off. Minor, yes... strips of electrical tape and and occasional errant cable became loose from it's 'I'll just stick it over here for now out of the way place', but otherwise she was a solid rolling 500 pound mass of metal.
After a few pics and some staring I rolled her back inside and got her tucked in once more. Not likely getting any more work done tonight and will be heading to Chicago tomorrow for a quick weekend with my daughter. Though Sunday I will be back and probably feel the calling to go read her a good story and sneak in some beer.
She is my girl, after all.
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