That bit of touring around the Eliza Furnace trail followed some racing. At the beginning of the night, I met some messengers under a bridge near Polish Hill to do some sprints. Seriously hardcore people, only me and one other non-messenger among them. It was cold. But I actually did pretty well. Out of three sprints, the first with three people and the second against one opponent, I came in second, won, and lost, respectively. I actually outsprinted a Pittsburgh bike messenger. With Alice, no less. It makes me feel really good that not only am I not a bad rider, but my ride--the red Schwinn with the red and green bow on the headtube--is a competitive piece of equipment. I am hooked on racing people, and sadly, these sprints are going to start happening every Friday at 5:30 PM. Once again, I'm shit outta luck as far as actually participating in the local bike culture goes.
My other project the other day was taking the Concord--my first bike since I left home--and converting it. I stripped off the rear brake and lever, shifters, cables, derailleurs, computer, and the bars that were on it. I put an 18 tooth cog and my Innova studded tire on the post-crash rear wheel and fitted it, and put together a BMX chain with some spare links. I put drop bars
in the stem and fitted a single cross lever to them for the front brake.
Then, I took a hacksaw to the crankset, turning it into a homemade singlering crank.

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