This Space for Rent

Nov 28, 2016

The towering inferno, Spinal Tapified

The towering inferno (spinal tap version)

Firing up the grill to make hamburgers for dinner

Nov 25, 2016

Friday Dust Mite Blogging™

Counting sheep

Getting ready for bed

Sidewalk repair

No more concrete slab sidewalk

The last bit of our front sidewalk is now (after 4 hours of work this morning) paved with bricks like G-d Himself intended.

Nov 23, 2016

Too cute for words

Adorable tiny animal ornaments, #1
Adorable tiny animal ornaments, #2 Adorable tiny animal ornaments, #3 Adorable tiny animal ornaments, #4

Nov 22, 2016

Night freight

Night freight

I let my family know that I was going shopping, so I was presented with a substantial shopping list which came close to overloading the Trek during the return from the Big Big Store.

Nov 21, 2016

Collision damage

Collision damage

This frame (which originally was a crosscheck) was hit by a car and the TT and DT were bent immediately aft of the HT. The downtube got a lovely crease in it, and when I chopped off most of it (so I can maybe use it as part of a new frame?) I was presented with this lovely ovoid cross-section.

I am mulling whether to chop the tubes off flush with the HT and use it for another frame, but It’s not as if I’m short of tubing in the first place.

Nov 19, 2016

Garage status: cleanish

Clean(er) garage panorama

Now (or at least after I put a front wall + door into the thing – I’d LIKE to put a level floor in as well but that’s not strictly necessary) I can move my bike mess out of the basement and have the ability to make racks + frames without having my work area in two different locations.

Nov 18, 2016

Friday Dust Mite Blogging™

Under pressure

David Bowie memorial Dust Mite?

Nov 16, 2016


Blue-Red threads between OHSU & the aerial tramway

Blue/Red, bicycle parking, and the pylon that lifts the cables for the aerial tramway high enough to clear the freeway (and the housing) that sits between the OHSU complex on the hill and the OHSU building that’s right behind me.

(It’s at least 100 bicycles locked up in that bike lot on the far side of the trolley line, and another 30 or so locked up on the racks alongside the building behind me. A much better use of space than a huge old parking garage would have been.)

Nov 15, 2016

Trolley picture of the day

Non-stealthy S70s

A pair of S70s block my way as I ride north along 17th Ave.

Nov 11, 2016

Friday Dust Mite Blogging™

Mavis & mite

Mavis and Dust Mite occupy a sleeping bag in the middle of the living room floor (sigh)

Nov 10, 2016


Giant root, #1

A hundred-fifty(ish) pounds of sweetgum root, freshly excavated from the pit where I’m going to put a brick sidewalk. Momma, don’t let your babies grow up to be homeowners!

Nov 09, 2016

The joy of home ownership

Giant root (to be removed)

A 10" diameter root that’s spent the last 10 years shoving the last concrete slab in our sidewalk up. The concrete slab is gone, and soon too will this root (and then I can lay brick on the last bit of the sidewalk.)

Nov 08, 2016

This is why we can’t have nice things

You Maniacs! You blew it up! Ah, damn you! God damn you all to hell!

Bigotry, fascism, and misogyny appears to have won the day. Again. Sigh.

Onwards to Multnomah Falls

Multnomah Falls kit bike

But slowly, thanks to an impressively stiff headwind on the hill between Troutdale & Multnomah Falls (with the addition of a flat tire and discovering that my frame pump seems to be running out of puff in its old age.)

Nov 05, 2016

Wet bicycle get

Damply authorized kit bike

At approximately the halfway point of the Estacada 100, and at approximately the time where I became completely soaked by the rain despite my allegedly waterproof raingear.

Nov 04, 2016

Friday Dust Mite Blogging™

The sidewalk inspector

Dust Mite inspects the sidewalk excavation

Nov 03, 2016

Sidewalk repair

Yanking most of the remaining concrete from the sidewalk, #1

Almost all of the rest of the concrete sidewalk (there are a couple of 3x3 slabs at the far end of the pit that I need to decide whether to pull out or to lift and reballast level) broken into tiny pieces (by sledgehammer, large prybar, and heavy boulder) and heaped on each side of the large open pit that I’m going to fill with a 3-layer casserole of gravel, paver sand, and concrete bricks.


Obéir c'est trahir, Désobéir c'est servir