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Life for sale! Free obo.

Got rid of a LOT of stuff today, and almost 4 tanks of gas worth in the donation jar too (though most importantly: got rid of a LOT of stuff). It was a very successful “free” garage sale.

The hurtful part is when people say “no wonder it’s free. All this stuff is garbage!”

No haggling, no tending to my stuff, no worrying someone might grab something and run off. In fact I quite liked it when they did that. There was a gas money jar on the table in case people felt compelled to donate. Many did! I tried to be sure to thank them all. Some snuck away.

I met a lot of my neighborhood. Many kids during the day. Some interesting characters at night.

Got to chatting with my neighbor Otto for awhile early on. He helped me out by taking a lot of my old belongings. So much so that I got to give him one of my many reusable bags! If you see someone wearing a bunch of my clothes, that’s Otto. You might not recognize him though, he picked up one of my wigs too. Otto even took the Leafs jersey. And brought me a popsicle! Thanks Otto!

Another interesting character was Jakko.

Nice tie Jakko!

Jakko first stopped by at the table and called into the garage to see if I had any vinyl or record players. I didn’t. But we got to talking, he offered me a beer, and next thing you know I’ve given him a goalie stick, some art off the wall (he loved it Amy!), and a suit Jacket and tie. The tie was a great touch, but he’d never worn one before. 10 minutes later, I had taught Jakko to tie a beautiful double windsor! He was even able to get it all home on his bike (some zip-ties for the goalie stick was the trick.)

Later I gave some more zip-ties to these folks to attach my old Trader Joe’s basket to a bike rack.

come into the light.

Out celebrating French independance day, these folks perused the table for awhile, eventually taking a fair bit of my life home with them. Kind people you meet when you have a “FREE” sale.

The number of times I heard “Free? well you can’t beat that price!” today was… 2. But i’m sure everyone else was thinking it.

Please don’t take the table. It’s borrowed.

…didn’t get as much done on the bike as I would have liked though today. I’m pretty good at talking to people.

One Week Until Lift Off

I’m starting to panic. Not an all out “the world’s coming to an end” panic, more a gentle feeling in the pit of my stomach. In a week I am getting on my motorbike and driving to Vancouver. Then Phil and I are starting a 35,000km adventure. I am not ready!

The racks that will hold my panniers onto my bike have not arrived. I don’t have a mosquito net. I have not yet attempted to change a tire on my bike. The lid of my tool tube fell out and I have not yet figured out how to stop that from happening again. I just sent my seat off to the middle of nowhere to be rebuilt. The list is endless.

I met Phil in Sicamous last week. It was the first time our bikes had been together.

Cricket, meet Phil’s bike.

It gave Phil a chance to ride my bike (who I have now named Cricket), and gave both of us the opportunity to ride for 5 hours each way and get used to our bikes on the long haul. I was riding on a borrowed Corbin seat. I wasn’t comfortable. This is why my seat has now been sent away for improvements.

Before the trip I did quite a lot of work on my bike, and I will do a separate post soon about all the modifications I have completed. This has been how you’ll find me a lot of the time.

Rocking those coveralls. And yes, I have a cushion in my workshop.

I also learnt how to make vinyl stickers.

Look at all those beautiful stickers! (Thanks Silvana for the great design!)

It’s the 100th Calgary Stampede at the moment, so there’s lots of fun distractions to be had around here. I’m trying to balance that with the need to put my new steel brake cable on, and find time to change my tires, sprockets and chain.

My friend Trish came to visit with her husband so this weekend the Stampede won.


I have to admit, I am enjoying juggling between being a mechanic, a friend, a cowgirl, a sticker producer and a world adventurer. Those butterflies in my stomach are a good thing – will help me prioritise getting myself and the bike ready for the Ultimate Ride. (Even though procrastinator is my middle name…)