a few days ago, on my work from home day, i got distracted and spent much of the day on projects in and about my Man Cave. Beckie’s response upon arriving home: “so instead of making $50\hr as a computer programmer, you decided to earn $9\hr as a bike mechanic.”

twas an interesting point.

beckie further said that my attraction to the garage is like a woman’s attraction to the closet. and i wanted to dispute this with all the reasons that i am fundamentally not attracted to the garage, but rather drawn there by duty and need and obligation. what lives in the garage if angered can trap us in our house, or enable our escapes from it; it can augment our living space, and relieve pressures upon it. And point-of-fact: I spent a significant portion of the day replacing the derailleur Beckie bashed in the McDowells, and truing her tacoey wheels with my new truing stand and rotor gauge, and replacing the shifter pod that she broke. along with other assorted cleaning, sorting, storing and fixing-up of things bike and non-bike, for which she was quite appropriately grateful.

but in the end she was right it was just that simple. however much i try to avoid it, it is on the chromosome.

improved Man Cave, with truing stand

improved Man Cave, part II

and something for the Wo-closet

Jo, choosing an M&M over freedom. Don’t overthink it.