shift this

Well, we found a shop in Kerrville that had an ancient Dura-Ace shifter that they're willing to loan me for the week, but after a lengthy inspection we ultimately just went with the Tim method. Tim, if I can't shift tomorrow, it is now your ass on the line. But that Dura-Ace shifter is still there if I need it. Apparently they have loaned this poor old shifter out to many Hell Weekers in the past, so I am not the first one to have this problem. And I will still be in the market for a new set of shifters when I get back, but hopefully the Tim Method will keep it running for the next 200-250 miles. If it'll go until the next paycheck I may just switch the whole damn thing to 10-speed and get with the 21st century already.


Then we went to Buzzie's Bar-B-Q for lunch. That's a picture of it up there. No tourists there, baby. Buzzie's is a dirty old shack with picnic tables inside, Heimlich maneuver instructions posted on the walls, and about five options on the menu. And if you asked for lemonade, boy did you get lemonade. They only have one size cup there and that is LARGE. It is three hours later now and Scott is still working on his. I think the boys are still digesting their all-you-can-eat ribs, too. Sascha and I practically had to roll them out of there.

Now we're all comatose in the motel room. We take our rest days very seriously here. Although I did take some time to clean my bike, since I had sweated so much sunscreen onto it that my entire top tube had developed a greasy film. Gross, huh?