First things first. After not counting the cost of the starter rebuild, but adding in the cost of hardware purchased for the new side panel attachment system, note that the C-O-M now stands at a rather retail sounding $3995. Whew, I believe that’s it, the final cost of the Pony restoration. It brings to mind a conversation Gene and I had in the early days of the Pony work. Trying to get an idea of how committed I was to the project, Gene asked how much I was willing to spend on the job. I threw out the number $1500, thinking that was a number I could live with and certainly enough to get the job done. Gene and I hadn’t known each other that long at the time, but I remember the doubtful look on his face, and could imagine the likely thought behind it…what a dreamer!
Since we’ve been talking about the Pony’s C-O-M, you might also find it interesting that the blog is now 6-years-old, in which time I’ve written (using that term loosely) 234 posts. I got a coupon recently from Staples, so I had them print-off every post since the beginning, almost 1000 pages! I know, I know, you’re thinking what a waste of paper, but I thought, you know some day I might “weed” through it all and see if there’s any lawn left when I’m done. I’ll let you know how that goes.
But with the Pony restoration complete, what’s ahead for That Idiotic Tractor. Man, I don’t know, but I paid the annual fee to keep my website for another year, so I’ll fill up this space with something, believe me, at least into 2017.
Stuff like this. And to head off complaints like, “There he goes, talking about his ass again,” I’m just going to say that recently I was diagnosed with “pudendal nerve entrapment.” If you’re brave enough you can google that condition. Suffice to say, that when you’ve spent over 100,000 miles on a bike seat, there are going to be issues “down under, and I don’t mean in Australia.” Then at the same time that that medical issue has been going on, I came up with another small medical problem. A month ago a red thing showed up on the lower eye lid of my left eye along with some puffiness under the eye. A pretty firm practice of mine is what I call “the three week rule.” I ignore any medical condition for three weeks before going to the doctor. Generally stuff just goes away on its own in that time frame, but if it doesn’t, then the rule requires getting into the doctor pronto.
So still no big deal, at least in the most recent case. Just as you probably already have, my crack medical team diagnosed a sty in my eye. Not very exciting, but the new technique for treating it was curious. They said to boil an egg, wrap it in a dry wash cloth and hold it against my eye for half an hour. What? Why not wait for a full moon too, for crying out loud. And do this five times a day. Well, the “pudendal thing” requires sitting with an ice pack in my crotch for 20 minutes after bike rides. So why not as they say, kill two birds (or medical conditions) with one stone.
I shove one of those blue ice packs from the freezer inside a pair of bike shorts (clean ones) and then hold a hot egg to my eye. As I was doing this I thought, man if I had a heart attack and died while doing this, what would the coroner’s line be in my episode of CSI? “Well, he’s got an ice pack in his crotch and a hot, hard boiled egg in his eye. It’s obvious he’s had a heart attack, and we’re looking for the villainous doctors that egged him on.”
Thanks for six years of reading and Happy Labor Day.