Rained mostly all night long. No riding today. Slow moving.
Drove to dawsonville about 10 miles over searching for like an Ingles chain grocery store. Found one. Learned that the store is pretty close to Dahlonega via a 4 lane and then 4 miles of highway. Found diesel there for $2.09.
Back into D. to Wheelworks. Smiles on Zak’s face that the shipment made it and that the part sent is the correct replacement part. Zak redid the brake assy to restore the brake lever return snap, replaced the broken part, & rebled the brake. Took it for a spin and applied the brakes and did it squeal. Next project:
1) filed the pads & abraded the rotor = squeal
2)replaced slightly worn brake pads = squeal
3) reset caliper= squeal
4) tried a wheel w/ a new rotor = silence
5) bought a new rotor removed from a for sale bike = brake that works silently and lighter in the pocket.
Took shower @ health club & drove back to Post Office above shop to do internet stuff. The PO did scan the package.
Just raining all day. 3rd day in row w/ no ride.
Drove back out to Jack Mtn XG which is on way to Ellijay for tomorrow. Forecast is calling for snow maybe tonight and into tomorrow. I took the forecast into xonsideration by not parking at the end of the XG road making a shorter distance to hard road however there are 2 short steep hills on gravel. If it snows and I get stuck back here I have what I need to stay until Monday when the sun comes out & temp climbs back into 50s.
“it is as it is” is an apt description of whatever. Applies to trails. 3 things make up a trail: The land it is on, the land manager, and the local volunteers. These things come together as it is for a trail. You dance w/ who brung ya. The mountains here are small but for a rider from Atlanta they are big. The soil is mostly the mucky red clay that turns greasey w/ addition of h2o. No local bike club to work trail access issues or improvements. Jon said the horse people organize the work parties.
Foggy night @ XG. After dinner in dark I put my led headlamp on my brimmed hat & went for a walk. Way foggy. Turned around to van & turned on light inside to guide me back in case. Walked to end of road to turn around for horse trailers. Big open area w/ no land marks. I decided not to tempt fate of getting lost in featureless open space. Light in van shown thru fog better than led.
Jon gave me his gift bottle of Scotch because he is not a Scotch drinker & I told him I was. He was purging his stuff and if I keep my consumption in check I won’t be doing the same. Bruichladdich pronounced Bruce Laddy, good stuf, passed on the shine.