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.