Sunday, March 18, 2012

I could have CAMPY

Yesterday I sold Bertha. 
Yesterday my first ever loom, the behemoth 60" wide 8 shaft LeClerc commonly known as Bertha, left my house for her new home in Berryville, Arkansas.  She was purchased by a lovely lady who happens also to be named Ann and who knew enough to lovingly pat her when they met and who has plans to add 4 more shafts and more treadles to Bertha and who really does need her to fill a big empty space in the newly built loom room at her house. 

As a result of said sale, I have a little cash to spend which is tucked away and absolutely, positively earmarked for a new loom.    HOWEVER . . .

Whilst riding today mostly into the wind along the west bank of the Arkansas River and embarking on the uphill haul that would take me to Turkey Mountain and praying that the hit-and-miss (mostly miss) operation of my worn out Shimano (circa 2001) shifters had just a few more downshifts in them, IT HIT ME, like a large bug between the eyes at 25 mph--

I could have a whole new gruppo, and beyond that

I
could
have
Campy.


I DO need (or really really want) another decent sized floor loom. 

And I DO NEED, really need, new shifters because the ones I have are just a little past the borrowed time category of worn out and I know very soon they will just stop working and I'll have to move the chain by hand or just ride home in whatever gear I happen to be in when they quit. 

I could just replace the Shimano or Sram it all and go that way.  I'm far from a "performance" rider and rode for YEARS with downtube shifters without complaint so Campagnolo components would be a pure waste on me. 


BUT
I
could
have
CAMPY.



























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