It is what it is. I am not going to belabor the point, I’ll hand over the cash and hopefully get a new wheel today or order for next week if they don’t have it. I loosened up some of the hex screws on brake disc, and it seems like that will come off fairly easy though I want to clean and possibly soak in WD-40 some of screws so I don’t accidentally strip them pulling them off to give due diligence.
I am by no means a mechanic, but I see value in doing some of my own work. I know people often are like, don’t want a professional ass wiper to clean your butt, because they do such a good job. Yeah, but they’ll charge a bunch of money to hold the toilet paper against your ass, and the lady can’t make an appointment until next week, and you have to drive up to Clifton Park, taking time off from work to get it cleaned. I could have dropped the bike off at the bike shop, and they complain about how muddy it is and how much work is required and they send me an even bigger bill then the cost of a wheel, but I think I can do it myself.
I’m hoping the shop has a wheel they can sell me today and I can move over the tire, rim, cassette and disc brake, maybe not tonight but either Friday night or Saturday. I call the shop woke – because they are full of new shit, and you know they want to sell you something to make it perfect – rather then just you making basic repairs to keep things moving forward. I don’t want to belabor the cost or pain of the repair, and I just want it done so I can get back on the road. I thought about riding at Partridge Run on Sunday but now that all depends on bike being running by then. Plus next week looks good for riding in. I fully expect to spend $200 by the time I have the wheel with tax and local marups, with my own labor. That’s $200 I won’t be able to invest towards that off-grid cabin. But I like riding, it gives me joy, a reason to live today, as I work for that better tomorrow which isn’t that far away. I can smell the hog shit and burnt plastic already.
Driving in, I don’t have to leave nearly as early as the bus or bike, but I should be on the road by 8:30 AM or so in case I hit a bit of congestion heading up to Menands. I have a lot of work on my desk now that the state budget is getting wrapped up and they need a lot of constituent response contact information extracted from the email server. I wrote my own R script for doing that, and the program runs quick, but sometimes addresses and names aren’t easily extracted via regular expression, so I have to go in manually and find the emails and import that data. Saved the state like $200 a year by canceling the commercial product they had in favor of my script. That commercial product they had rarely worked right, and required a lot more clicking and mechanical steps. The thing is automated is good, but manual checks and back filling in data that can’t be parsed is key to ensuring clients get quality products. Automation can only go so far, sometimes people bury important information in emails that I can’t regular expression find automatically.
Life at times can be tough, but ultimately staying alive is what is important. Putting one foot in front of the other, moving forward. The ultra-woke library audio book Sustained continues to grind at my mind, I don’t know I keep listening. And I keep seeing pictures of off-grid cabins and reading that book Plowing with Pigs and Other Stuff, and the dream just keeps getting stronger even as I keep getting older, as my investments grow. Some day I’ll have that cabin, those hogs, I’ll burn my trash and go to transfer station once a year, spend my life far away from New York State. Not that I don’t already do the later, though everybody keeps offering me to put my trash in their bins, so I don’t have to go to transfer station. I do often take mom and dad up on that for recycling bottles and cans. Everybody keeps talking to me about camping, as if that’s the only thing that matters in my life, but I don’t really care – the thing is when you’re in wilderness, and gets dark out, you got stay somewhere. I don’t get why people don’t ask you about your latest motel stay? Why don’t people ask about vacations – aren’t a motel enthusiast? Don’t you just love those free continental breakfasts with the stale bagels and sugary cereals? Of course the Better Help people are like – are you planning to blow your brains out? Help is available! Call today, 988 operators standing by! I’m just moving forward, whatever, saving and investing. It’s $200 or maybe $500 bucks to keep the bike on the road. Money is growing, and I’m learning new skills every day, but there is always more.
but I see value in doing some of my own work. I know people often are like, don’t want a professional ass wiper to clean your butt, because they do such a good job. Yeah, but they’ll charge a bunch of money to hold the toilet paper 
against your ass, and the lady can’t make an appointment until next week, and you have to drive up to Clifton Park, taking time off from work to get it cleaned. I could have dropped the bike off at the bike shop, and they complain about how muddy it is and how much work is required and they send me an even bigger bill then the cost of a wheel, but I think I can do it myself. 
and I can move over the tire, rim, cassette and disc brake, maybe not tonight but either Friday night or Saturday. I call the shop woke – because they are full of new shit, and you know they want to sell you something to make it perfect – rather then just you making basic repairs to keep things moving forward. I don’t want to belabor the cost or pain of the repair, and I just want it done so I can get back on the road. I thought about riding at Partridge Run on Sunday but now that all depends on bike being running by then. Plus next week looks good for riding in. 
I fully expect to spend $200 by the time I have the wheel with tax and local marups, with my own labor. That’s $200 I won’t be able to invest towards that off-grid cabin. 
But I like riding, it gives me joy, a reason to live today, as I work for that better tomorrow which isn’t that far away. I can smell the hog shit and burnt plastic already. 
server. I wrote my own R script for doing that, and the program runs quick, but sometimes addresses and names aren’t easily extracted via regular expression, so I have to go in manually and find the emails and import that data. Saved the state like $200 a year by canceling the commercial product they had in favor of my script. That commercial product they had rarely worked right, and required a lot more clicking and mechanical steps. 
The thing is automated is good, but manual checks and back filling in data that can’t be parsed is key to ensuring clients get quality products. Automation can only go so far, sometimes people bury important information in emails that I can’t regular expression find automatically.
but ultimately staying alive is what is important. Putting one foot 
in front of the other, moving forward. The ultra-woke library audio book Sustained continues to grind at my mind, I don’t know I keep listening. And I keep seeing pictures of off-grid cabins and reading that book Plowing with Pigs and Other Stuff, and the dream just keeps getting stronger even as I keep getting older, as my investments grow. Some day I’ll have that cabin, those hogs, I’ll burn my trash and go to transfer station once a year, spend my life far away from New York State. Not that I don’t already do the later, though everybody keeps offering me to put my trash in their bins, so I don’t have to go to transfer station. 
I do often take mom and dad up on that for recycling bottles and cans. 
Everybody keeps talking to me about camping, as if that’s the only thing that matters in my life, but I don’t really care – the thing is when you’re in wilderness, and gets dark out, you got stay somewhere. I don’t get why people don’t ask you about your latest motel stay? Why don’t people ask about vacations – aren’t a motel enthusiast? Don’t you just love those free continental breakfasts with the stale bagels and sugary cereals? 
Of course the Better Help people are like – are you planning to blow your brains out? Help is available! Call today, 988 operators standing by! I’m just moving forward, whatever, saving and investing. It’s $200 or maybe $500 bucks to keep the bike on the road. Money is growing, 
and I’m learning new skills every day, but there is always more.
