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hoyden will follow the free tendencies of desire hoyden is a pill dropped in a glass of water hoyden is an illusion on a surface of memory hoyden is a finger resting on the controls of a broken machine hoyden turns as she pleases toward all horizons hoyden is perfect sadism, at least as a method hoyden is a beautiful chimera hoyden crouches to intercept shadows hoyden is not in the habit of saluting the dead hoyden will always find buyers hoyden is at most a thinking reed hoyden writes sad and ardent love letters hoyden is a door someone opened hoyden is a dark intention hoyden never waits for itself hoyden leaves an exquisite corpse

Progress!

Progress!

With the excellent help from my friend Pete, we got the pesky things apart.

The fork seals proved to be a bit of a pain, and ended up needing basicially a crowbar to pry them out. Finally, pop! out they came.

A fantastic thing to do when taking things apart is take photos of them so you know how to put them back together.

Threw everything into the parts washer for a cleanin’

All clean!

Now, to paint the lowers and put it all back together.
Hopefully, I’ll paint them today (maybe tomorrow) and then put the forks back together in a few days. Yay!

Steering head bearings and forks

Back to it!
Progress will be slowish, but it’s getting there.

Yesterday, got set up.

Notice the mallet? That will be for later when I get ****ed off at my forks. Not really, but it’s a distinct possibility.

With the help of some proper tools

And a friend’s help, I got my steering head bearings in.
Yay!

Time to disassemble the forks.
Hey, forks. Time to disassemble you.
Whaddaya mean you don’t wanna come apart?

Pulled the caps and drained em, at least.

But the damn bolts on the other end wouldn’t come loose. Stupid damper tube just keeps spinning.

That said, I just did a bit ‘o research and found a possible solution. Will keep you updated!

Lost Cross 25th Year Reunion

We have known each other for 25 years. I was one of the young ones of the group. I was 14 when I met Steve and Levi, 15 when I really started to hang out with them and Malcolm and Groble and Joy and James and a whole slew of others. Except for one or two other kids my age, everyone else was in college. (Now that 4 year age different means little, but then…it was huge.)

I grew up with these people. We grew up together. I had trouble at home, and this group became my family. They still are. After all these years. We are lucky. Not everyone gets to have such a close-ness with a group people they knew for those few tumultuous years of the late-teens and early twenties. It is a uniquely kind-hearted, giving, bunch. And most of them would just as soon punch you as hug you for saying such a thing. My good nights at basement shows at Lost Cross were measured by how many bruises I ended up with. It was hardcore and I was an angry teen.

Holy shit am I tired. It is 3:30am on Saturday night/Sunday morning. I didn’t want the evening to end. I still don’t. I hang on to a thread of consciousness in order to write this.

I didn’t know what to expect. I reconciled with my past many years ago and had trepidations to revisit it. I was worried that it would be too surreal, too awkward, too weird.  I thought it would be difficult to see people, that I would be surrounded by familiar strangers and a room full of nostalgia.

Instead, I found my family waiting for me.

We are punk rock.
To me this has always meant hard, fast music, drinking and smoking, and a tight-knit bond of intelligent, thoughtful people.

These are my people.

….

I wrote that last night, but wanted to include photos but was too tired. This morning I thought “maybe I’ll edit it first.” But I’ve decided to leave it be.

It is almost 12 hours later – 2:30pm on Sunday – and my head hurts. I met more friends for breakfast/lunch today and now I’m ready for a nap.

So, that said, ya’ll are on your own for photo-viewing this time. I haven’t the energy to chose and embed. Here are pics I took yesterday and last night. (I did motivate enough to put some captions on these photos.)