Or 'how I spent my Sunday night'. Whatever, call it what you want. Bottom line is, it's an aesthetic mess I've been needing to deal with for a long time, and that has now been pretty much dealt with.
Full details to follow, in due time. Unless I decide that, given yours and my historically contentious relationship, you don't ever need to know.
I don't think that will happen, though. In fact, I'm sorry. I don't even know where that bit of attitude came from. Maybe the fact the Glen drug me up several brutal climbs this morning during which the lack of oxygen to my brain for an extended period of time fried all my goodwill-toward-my-fellow-man sentiment.
Anyway, the fork belongs to this wheel. When the wheel gets back together with the fork, everything will look prettier and my world will be a better place and I hope to be able to share my joy with you, genuinely, as my blood-oxygen level will be back to a more reasonable level.