Stripping

Today I took my most recent bike project to the local shop to have the cranks pulled. I put the whole bike together about a month ago to make sure the parts all fit together. I actually rode it around for a bit, but I never really tightened the bottom bracket all the way down and a couple days ago it came a little loose, so I decided it was time to strip the frame down and send it in for paint. I retreated to my fortress of solitude in the basement of my apartment and removed all the parts and put them in bags to be used again later. Then I drove out to my dad’s shop so I could use the grinder to get rid of some of the hangers and cable guides that were welded to the frame. Take a look.

As creepy as it may look, I love this little room. Tools hang from the walls, old forks are supported by someone’s water pipe in the corner, old parts sit in boxes on the shelf. It’s like my second home which, oddly enough, is right below my first home.

I don’t know what I’ll do once I’m done with this build. I love working on bikes and it will suck when I don’t have the means to do it anymore.

Sparks are fun.