Weird bike building minds think alike! This was a few weeks back:
For whatever reason, the head set on Interrobang had to be readjusted, so I've road it a few times to make sure I got it. Today, I took it on a "successfully adjusted" ride on the Windham, NH rail trail. To prove it was once a railway, I guess:
The ride goes by all kinds of nice scenery, but I could hear the approach of a large expense of kids (I believe "expense" is the collective term for a group of kids) that I had already passed and didn't want to get caught up in it again like Gulliver in Lilliput, so I didn't get a great shot of this pond. Kids like this bike, but I don't have the heart to tell them it looks cool and has some unique attributes, like the dial shifter (cue Joerg Sprave, "Let me show you its features!"), but is actually pretty terrible—rides fairly comfortably, but it feels every pound that it is and the frame is as flexible as a ballerina, but in a bad way.
Anyway, I could hear the words of the chill artist, Mr. Robert Ross, echoing in my head: "Maybe there's a squirrel living in your happy tree."
"Can it be an unhappy squirrel getting plucked off a branch by a redtail hawk?"
"It's your world, it can be anything you want."
"Thanks, Bob, you're swell!"