I have so much shit to figure out for this camping trip that it's unreal. But as of tonight, at least I have the basic bike configuration set in stone. I was supposed to be taking my new steel bike, but powder coat bullshit got in the way. So now I'm hauling carbon fiber parts into the woods. Wrong, but that's how its going down, so get over it.
What has me freaked is the amount of climbing on this route and I just can't afford to be hauling extra weight up those hills. So I was pleased when I finished up and threw it on the scale:
I would prefer sub-14, but I can live with 28.
The capacity of the scale is 55. If I can add all the junk I'm hauling and still be able to weigh it, that will rule.
Aside from weight, what I'm next most worried about is the fact that my gearing isn't low enough. I could very possibly blow out both knees, leaving my carcass for the birds to pick at. If I die camping, I hope you will go on and on about how great my blog was. Not because it was, but because you're supposed to do that sort of thing when someone dies. Most particularly if they die doing what they blog about. Even if they're stupid.