on near misses

and cranking out luck

I’m feeling cranky, dear reader.

No, someone hasn’t brought up some new stupid woke outrage about some marginal microaggression.

There isn’t some new trend to do the work that I need to actively ignore.

I’m cranky because of my bike restoration project.

And the fact that I’m cranky is a good thing.

You see, the cranks on the bike that I just bought - my winter project bike - they are subject to a safety recall.

And Shimano, to their credit, are honoring this recall thirty years later!

So, because I’ve managed to extract the cranks, I will receive a new set of cranks, bottom bracket and chain, absolutely free! These components would cost more to purchase individually than the entire bike!

Why are they being recalled, you might be asking?

There’s a flaw in the steel.

I’ll admit, dear reader, I can’t see it. I’ve looked.

And?

I know its there.

I had the same bike when I lived in Toronto. Same cranks, with the same recall.

In a moment of questionable judgement (one of many through my life) I chose to t…