silverbear
The Boy Who Never Grew Up
A long time ago I was a little boy picking at my food, avoiding broccoli, liver, brussels sprouts and all of the other things I didn't like. My poor mother and I would battle it out in a test of wills with me refusing to eat undesireables and her refusing to let me leave the table until I had cleaned my plate. Hours could go by with food long cold, darkness descending and bedtime offering the final solution. "Fine, then you can go to bed hungry!" Which made no sense since I wasn't hungry, especially for that stuff.
But there were other times I was plenty hungry and loaded an ambitious amount of mashed potatoes or something else I liked onto my plate... and then didn't have the appetite to finish it. This also drove my mother nuts and she would accuse me of "having eyes bigger than my stomach". Like lots of mothers who lived through the great depression, she hated to see food wasted.
I've been thinking about my unfinished bike projects and realized that my mother was right; I have eyes that are too big for my stomach, taking on too many projects without the appetite (money, time, energy) to get one finished before dreaming up another. Part of the problem is where I live, in a place with a whole lot of winter and not much time snow and ice free. First snow in my part of the world is in October and the snow pack isn't gone until mid May. If I had a great workshop to build bikes in that would be fantastic... With a wood stove burning and snow outside my window I could tinker to my heart's content. But, I don't have a garage. Don't even have a house anymore. I live in an old 8' wide trailer and building is pretty much a summer activity so that I do my bike work in fair weather on a picnic table with a vice attached.
Winter turns out to be my dream time, you might say. Like the gardener who spends too much time looking at seed catalogs with glossy pictures of tempting varieties, I do the same with our forum... following other's builds and admiring the abundant creativity of our members. And I plan a bike build in my mind, enjoying it come together in my imagination. Then I start gathering together parts and as money permits start ordering things. By then I have invested time, energy and money into a project and it is too late. And I've done this more than once. Several times more than once. If my mother was still alive she's shake her head and say that my eyes are too big for my stomach. And she would be right.
I really do need to get a handle on this. I had plans for working on a whizzer like build this winter and gave up my single bedroom in the trailer to become a little work room so that I could work inside... put a work bench in there and tool boxes and moved my cot out into the living area where the wood stove is. I had not figured on a heart attack, however, and ended up not making much progress on the "kindalikeawhizzer" build. It is still sitting there on the work bench. And now that summer has come I have managed to injure my leg so that I am supposed to stay off it and keep it elevated. I haven't even gone for a bike ride since last fall. Bummer. I keep forgetting that I'm an old guy and need to prune down my ambitions.
Anyway, I'll post some photos of projects underway as I make a resolution that I WILL NOT START ANY MORE PROJECTS UNTIL THE ONES UNDERWAY ARE FINISHED. Signed and notarized,
SB
But there were other times I was plenty hungry and loaded an ambitious amount of mashed potatoes or something else I liked onto my plate... and then didn't have the appetite to finish it. This also drove my mother nuts and she would accuse me of "having eyes bigger than my stomach". Like lots of mothers who lived through the great depression, she hated to see food wasted.
I've been thinking about my unfinished bike projects and realized that my mother was right; I have eyes that are too big for my stomach, taking on too many projects without the appetite (money, time, energy) to get one finished before dreaming up another. Part of the problem is where I live, in a place with a whole lot of winter and not much time snow and ice free. First snow in my part of the world is in October and the snow pack isn't gone until mid May. If I had a great workshop to build bikes in that would be fantastic... With a wood stove burning and snow outside my window I could tinker to my heart's content. But, I don't have a garage. Don't even have a house anymore. I live in an old 8' wide trailer and building is pretty much a summer activity so that I do my bike work in fair weather on a picnic table with a vice attached.
Winter turns out to be my dream time, you might say. Like the gardener who spends too much time looking at seed catalogs with glossy pictures of tempting varieties, I do the same with our forum... following other's builds and admiring the abundant creativity of our members. And I plan a bike build in my mind, enjoying it come together in my imagination. Then I start gathering together parts and as money permits start ordering things. By then I have invested time, energy and money into a project and it is too late. And I've done this more than once. Several times more than once. If my mother was still alive she's shake her head and say that my eyes are too big for my stomach. And she would be right.
I really do need to get a handle on this. I had plans for working on a whizzer like build this winter and gave up my single bedroom in the trailer to become a little work room so that I could work inside... put a work bench in there and tool boxes and moved my cot out into the living area where the wood stove is. I had not figured on a heart attack, however, and ended up not making much progress on the "kindalikeawhizzer" build. It is still sitting there on the work bench. And now that summer has come I have managed to injure my leg so that I am supposed to stay off it and keep it elevated. I haven't even gone for a bike ride since last fall. Bummer. I keep forgetting that I'm an old guy and need to prune down my ambitions.
Anyway, I'll post some photos of projects underway as I make a resolution that I WILL NOT START ANY MORE PROJECTS UNTIL THE ONES UNDERWAY ARE FINISHED. Signed and notarized,
SB