And then there's the back thing. I'm cleared to ride (yay, truly), but at a level that puts only "moderate stress" on my muscular and skeletal systems, for the time being. And oh yeah, I was told that I should not be riding drop bars, for now.
Translated and filtered through my bike brain, that meant that I should be doing utility riding on not-too-hilly terrain on a flat bar bike. To the shop nerd within, it was welcome justification for modification to existing equipment, in order to directly comply with doctors orders and optimize the healing experience, of course. The victim of my enthusiasm was my Karate Monkey:
|After (Salsa Bend 2's)|
Of course I have no free time in my life right now and so I fought and fought to carve out a few hours to line up stuff and put it together, and so this would naturally be the optimal time for additional problems. Like my second Busch and Muller light failing at the mounting boss. (First was here.)
Both light housings failed weirdly - the plastic didn't just fracture, it sort of crumbled into many pieces. The material selection is suspect in my mind, as it seems to lack ductility and toughness. I'm not spending any more money on your dumb ass plastic-housed lights, B&M, so take that.
But I wasn't about trashcan the busted light, either. I'm too cheap, and I have crude metalworking skills, and therefore I can (attempt an industrial fix).
It's held on with double-sided foam backed sticky tape and screwed together in four places on top of that, as you can see. Little bastard's not going anywhere, guaran-damn-teed. It is a little heavier, though.
So with all the technical