Through the Window

This morning I bailed on my bestest riding buddy because I didn’t want to get the Karate Monkey just irresponsibly filthy on its first ride out after last night’s deluge blew through. Silly, I know, but I’m in no way obligated to make sense to you. I felt bad though and it lead me to an opportunity to exercise one of the cornerstone maxims of the The Corrective Action Bicycle Club : ABP or Always Be Packed. At least one bike – if only one bike – must be ready to go at a moment’s notice. Today I did my chores, the grocery. Watched my weather app. Fixed an ironing board, cleaned the pool. Watched the skies. In instances like this, the question you have to have constantly surfacing is are you ready to leap? When your weather window comes, it will begin closing almost as soon as it opens. ARE YOU PREPARED TO JUMP TO THE OTHER SIDE CONSEQUENCES BE DAMNED?

Rolling Bike Tools Cart

Over the years I’ve kept all my tools a plethora of ways, often due to what was on hand. The current Clubhouse has a dearth of wall space for your traditional pegboard, but at least there’s a nice view. I’d settled on keeping everything in a toolbox on the bench. Recently I picked up a @parktoolblue tool caddy for my stand. I liked it but was frustrated with having to reach around/through the bike for tools. Then I had the caddy mounted on a wall but that didn’t work either. Some tools in the caddy, some in the tool box – it was no good for my feng shui. I kept moving the stand around to try and get optimal stand/tool/bench positioning. “If only this stand had wheels,” I thought. But that wouldn’t work, it would fall over. But what if the TOOLS had wheels. I had this dolly I’d made to move furniture collecting dust in the garage. I had my base. I had these handles that came with the kids’ playground – long since deconstructed – that I was saving for some reason, because reasons. Sometimes things just align. Behold the CABC Tool Roller V.1.0. There’s even a hanger for my @randijofab apron made from an old rear cable hanger. If I ever have to move furniture again, I’m screwed, but moving furniture sucks anyway.