My gig on the playa. This year I spent a couple days running around to various bike repair camps and followed leads trying to find someone to weld the connector back on my chariot. I rode three ladies, then after that a guy who jumped off the seat. With that stress, the eyebolt that connects to my bike seat post broke. I visited the bike shops at 3 and at 9, went out to see Elliot, but the man, the myth, the legend was out saving orphans or something. Went to Black Rock Hardware, Yellow bikes, Hardleys, etc. Finally my friend Jackass directed me to Stag Camp and the Mighty Motsky. This is the kind of guy who, when I interrupted him eating his dinner to ask about welding my bike, he seemed kinda hesitant to tell me to come back later. He almost got up from his plate to help right there and then. He kicks ass. Fixed my chariot connection, made it better than it was. After that I somehow destroyed the axle on one side. I had bought two junk BMX bikes prior to the burn so I would have extra wheels. One replacement kept seizing up, so off to the well-organized bike shop down E, near 6:30. What a bunch of wonderful people, almost made me glad to have the bike trouble, what a great adventure. Thanks.
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