Life as a chronic geek

Chronic.  The term conjures up visions of terminal smokers hacking their way through the day.  I once worked with a gent that went by "chronic", and indeed he was (still is so I hear) keepin' it real.  But as Miles points out, it's my new favorite word.  It has a different connotation in my vernacular, just to clear any confusion.

The night before Thanksgiving and I finally found time to get the PT wheel set up on the Dos Niner.  You'd think it'd be easy, right?  Slap a tire on it, mount the harness and you're off.  Some extra steps included a Stan's tubeless conversion and switching to a v-brake system from the Hayes disk.  3 hours later, this is what I have:

This is all very exciting...you see, if you don't have the data, it didn't actually happen.  I've been flying blind since late July when I got the first 29er.

So this am it's off to give it a whirl, run it through the paces and pick up the metabolism in preparation for the gorging to come.  4 days in Moab are on deck...and everytime I spend time in that place the White Rim beckons.  More than likely, tomorrow will be another trip around the WR.  Not sure what it is about that ride - it's only jeep road, right?  It sure does call loud and clear tho.

Any ambibuities in my useage of the term "chronic"?  The geek part should be obvious.