We just got permission to try to sell the RowMobile at the adaptive cycling show tomorrow. I spent a chunk of AM getting preliminary pages for yesterday’s requests up on the computer, then took the silly thing for a spin. It’s still really awkward, but now the right chain goes slack so the beginning of the stroke is just waving the handle to no useful effect, and also it won’t turn right very well. so I washed it anyway and tightened the steering wire and, at Fl!p’s suggestion, pulled the end hooks off the elastics that tighten the chains and cut 2 in off the left one and 6 in off the right one and torched the cut ends with a cigarette lighter and put it all back together and it was way better. I put in maybe half a mile around the neighborhood to test it out and then finished washing the bottom of it. So far, so good.
I’ve been trying to get back into rowing shape on the Concept II that Fl!p bought me in the garage, but yesterday the garage was so dusty from cleaning that I got a scratchy throat after 2500 meters (in 12:22, so the farthest that I’ve gone at 200 m/min). Today I swept the kitchen and the garage and much of the patio until my forearm started giving warning signs, so that little row on the roads will be it. Meanwhile, I did finally call Sterling Donalson about getting the crack in the Maas 24 fixed, and arranged to bring it in early Monday. Whether it will be ready to row on Wednesday morning with Lesley Rigg is a whole different question, but there’s always the Trimline.
This evening will be dinner with Rob Lopresti while Terri is over here for Fl!p’s women’s (god, the spell checker doesn’t like women’s) evening. Maybe we can co-write a song. I’ve cerainly written diddly today, though all the arranging of requests, esp somebody Stole, has to count for something, and today was the day I actually went and started this blog. and that was the usual mess of which software does what – after I jumped through the hoops incident on installing Scribefire, it turns out that it won’t actually create a blog, so I had to start one on WordPress after all, instead of hosting it with everything else on my own web site. what the hell, it’s not as if anything worth reading is likely to get onto it . . .
