I'm Sorry Xtracycle
I used to drive a Toyota Tacoma. I loved that truck. It was tough, versatile and useful. I remember loving that fact that it was a truck. Trucks aren't meant to be pretty, in my humble opinion. They're for throwing dirty boots in the bed, crawling in the back to sleep after a long day hiking and for throwing into four-wheel-drive to get through a sticky situation. They're low maintenance and fun. That's exactly what my truck was... and that's exactly what my Xtracycle is now.
I treat that bike like a truck. It gets beat up and bruised without much consideration. It gets me through any situation and is rarely given much love. The other day I walked pass the down trodden bike parked in my garage and glanced down at the chain. I didn't take a picture. It was too embarrassing. I rubbed my hand along the links and saw the reddish brown rust stain my fingers.
I've never let a bike get that bad. The chain is nothing compared to everything else that's wrong with it. It's in desperate need of a tune-up. The shifting is atrocious. I'm seriously running about 75% of my available gearing. The wheels are out of true and the braking is affected.
The question is... Why? If my other bikes get the love they need, why does this one get neglected? I think it's the whole "truck" thing. I think of this thing as my truck. It's tough, versatile and useful. It doesn't ask for much and I don't give it much. For that, I am sorry to my dear friend, the Xtracycle. I promise to give you some love soon. I won't take advantage of you like this ever again.
Get out there.