Peezy's Black Magic 2013
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THATmanMANNY
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place has great potiential. More bench cutting and some flow sections on the flats...
The cable is a touch long.
Time to Eat Diner is called by the locals "Time to Fight" Diner. If you are going to live in the area, you gotta get the lingo down. Back in the day, after the bars closed, everyone would head over to the diner for burgers. On some nights, the drunks would hit on other dude's girls and fights would ensue. Germy can confirm (being a local; he doesn't strike me as a fighter).
You also need to know where Somerville ends and the Finderne section of Bridgewater (the "derne") begins. Very important stuff.
Time to Eat Diner is called by the locals "Time to Fight" Diner. If you are going to live in the area, you gotta get the lingo down. Back in the day, after the bars closed, everyone would head over to the diner for burgers. On some nights, the drunks would hit on other dude's girls and fights would ensue. Germy can confirm (being a local; he doesn't strike me as a fighter).
You also need to know where Somerville ends and the Finderne section of Bridgewater (the "derne") begins. Very important stuff.
soulchild
Well-Known Member
Ah man when you sent the pic I thought you just did the chain. I didn't know you actually installed the RD.
Yeah man, I've always wanted to go but it just never worked out. Both the Sourlands and Water Co. are fun as shit.
Yeah man, I've always wanted to go but it just never worked out. Both the Sourlands and Water Co. are fun as shit.
the things we do for love.
Pearl
THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING
it was a learning experience thats for sure
Red Mosquito
Formerly RLB the Scrapple Boy
Lookin good on the house. For me I couldn't believe that the day was actually happening once it finally came. It's still pretty cool to pull up to a place and realize it's all yours. Then you remember what needs fixing. Where are you guys going to wind up?
More importantly where is there a good bar? Went to #1 bar by 25 burgers. Not a bad place I guess...looks like they slapped a new coat of paint on a really divey place.
And where the hell can I get an actual good delicious bagel? This is the #1 thing I miss about Springfield.
More importantly where is there a good bar? Went to #1 bar by 25 burgers. Not a bad place I guess...looks like they slapped a new coat of paint on a really divey place.
And where the hell can I get an actual good delicious bagel? This is the #1 thing I miss about Springfield.
Pearl
THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING
So this weekend started early. Mostly because I couldn't sleep. Thursday night felt like Christmas. Something we've been planning forever is finally here. And we have no idea what to expect. Met Lance for the walkthrough, signed a bunch of papers at closing and bam, we are finally done! We are home owners.
At this point it hasn't sunken in yet. We aren't staying here or living here yet, we are just working on this place. Mandi has decided to take on the project of logging all the stuff we are doing in better detail HERE, but I will touch on it a little, as this will be taking over my life.
First project is the bathroom. We wanted to try and work with what we have, but that quickly changed. Friday afternoon:
And this was Saturday evening:
I squeezed in some bike riding and even a race this weekend. It was not as easy as I thought it would be. I could have done without the race though. I was looking forward to feeling the warm sun beating down on us in the frigid air, but that wasn't going to be the case. Utah texts me and tells me It's something-teen degree by him. Joy. I packed every piece of winter gear I had in prep for this. Warm up consisted of one lap, lots of cursing trying to do circles around the fair grounds and half of our field in the mens bathroom saying how stupid this was.
9:45 warm up officially started:
my hands would freeze, unfreeze and burn, a vicious cycle I did not like. I figured I would be best served to be warm, freeze at the line, and then I should warm up, eventually. Line up behind Dillon and the horn goes off, straight into the 20 MPH wind with 30 MPH gusts. We hit 19MPH fairly quickly, and eventually stay at 19. no one can pedal any faster into this wind. I get squeezed out fairly easily up this slight uphill that is single file with the tall grass being a death trap. I'm in the back third of the race at this point, of 22 registered riders. I'm behind 26er who magically drifts his bike and saves it. I could see his RD somehow, and he keeps on rolling.
My hands are numb. I cant shift with any sort of accuracy and or brake. I can't feel the terrain on my bars and it makes turning impossible. I look down at my HR and see what is what; I'm 10 BPM lower than I would normally be. Am I just not warmed up? I hit some of the climbs harder and harder and start moving up a couple of places. Eventually I find myself in no mans land, chasing one rider in a blue/black kit. He ends up being 7 seconds ahead of me going into lap 3.
A warming sensation overcomes my body and I can start to feel my hands. I can feel my brakes, feel my levers, feel the pavement/grass difference. I start to go faster. Or I feel faster anyway. My HR is normal. I'm going ot catch this guy. I stand hammer out the flatter sections, climb in a harder gear.
Sadly, He had the same sort of feeling, and I couldn't catch him. he put more and more time into me each lap.
I finish in the same spot I was in lap 2, I'm still not sure of it yet.
I'm chalking this one up to the weather; It really messed with me today. Everyone else had to deal with the conditions as well, so it wasn't an isolated issue, but man, I felt flat in the beginning. I can also blame it on the fact I was completely spent from swinging a sledge hammer, but what fun would that be? Half of the reason I showed up was to not be called a bitch. I'm starting to think it would have been worth it 😛 Here's to hoping SCCX #2 is a little more closer to the freezing mark, and not closer to zero.
I hustled back to Somerville and into our war zone. It looked like our house was bombed in Afghanistan or something.
Some more sledge hammering:
Dat mesh is annoying.
How are we suppose to use this floor again with all this crap on it?
I hit the wall hard enough to knock out the light in the bathroom, so process halted as the sun went down. We also can't see our floor, so we have to wait until Monday mornings dumpster to arrive from our facebook shout out connection Lombardo. I'm hoping EOD Tuesday we can have this whole thing gutted to shit. We are saving the sheetrock above the concrete and tile for personal satisfaction; It should feel like butter compared to the tile.
At this point it hasn't sunken in yet. We aren't staying here or living here yet, we are just working on this place. Mandi has decided to take on the project of logging all the stuff we are doing in better detail HERE, but I will touch on it a little, as this will be taking over my life.
First project is the bathroom. We wanted to try and work with what we have, but that quickly changed. Friday afternoon:
And this was Saturday evening:
I squeezed in some bike riding and even a race this weekend. It was not as easy as I thought it would be. I could have done without the race though. I was looking forward to feeling the warm sun beating down on us in the frigid air, but that wasn't going to be the case. Utah texts me and tells me It's something-teen degree by him. Joy. I packed every piece of winter gear I had in prep for this. Warm up consisted of one lap, lots of cursing trying to do circles around the fair grounds and half of our field in the mens bathroom saying how stupid this was.
9:45 warm up officially started:
my hands would freeze, unfreeze and burn, a vicious cycle I did not like. I figured I would be best served to be warm, freeze at the line, and then I should warm up, eventually. Line up behind Dillon and the horn goes off, straight into the 20 MPH wind with 30 MPH gusts. We hit 19MPH fairly quickly, and eventually stay at 19. no one can pedal any faster into this wind. I get squeezed out fairly easily up this slight uphill that is single file with the tall grass being a death trap. I'm in the back third of the race at this point, of 22 registered riders. I'm behind 26er who magically drifts his bike and saves it. I could see his RD somehow, and he keeps on rolling.
My hands are numb. I cant shift with any sort of accuracy and or brake. I can't feel the terrain on my bars and it makes turning impossible. I look down at my HR and see what is what; I'm 10 BPM lower than I would normally be. Am I just not warmed up? I hit some of the climbs harder and harder and start moving up a couple of places. Eventually I find myself in no mans land, chasing one rider in a blue/black kit. He ends up being 7 seconds ahead of me going into lap 3.
A warming sensation overcomes my body and I can start to feel my hands. I can feel my brakes, feel my levers, feel the pavement/grass difference. I start to go faster. Or I feel faster anyway. My HR is normal. I'm going ot catch this guy. I stand hammer out the flatter sections, climb in a harder gear.
Sadly, He had the same sort of feeling, and I couldn't catch him. he put more and more time into me each lap.
I finish in the same spot I was in lap 2, I'm still not sure of it yet.
I'm chalking this one up to the weather; It really messed with me today. Everyone else had to deal with the conditions as well, so it wasn't an isolated issue, but man, I felt flat in the beginning. I can also blame it on the fact I was completely spent from swinging a sledge hammer, but what fun would that be? Half of the reason I showed up was to not be called a bitch. I'm starting to think it would have been worth it 😛 Here's to hoping SCCX #2 is a little more closer to the freezing mark, and not closer to zero.
I hustled back to Somerville and into our war zone. It looked like our house was bombed in Afghanistan or something.
Some more sledge hammering:
Dat mesh is annoying.
How are we suppose to use this floor again with all this crap on it?
I hit the wall hard enough to knock out the light in the bathroom, so process halted as the sun went down. We also can't see our floor, so we have to wait until Monday mornings dumpster to arrive from our facebook shout out connection Lombardo. I'm hoping EOD Tuesday we can have this whole thing gutted to shit. We are saving the sheetrock above the concrete and tile for personal satisfaction; It should feel like butter compared to the tile.
Congratulations on the closing!!!
Its your house, so install a stripper pole in it if you want too....but im a little sad to see that bathroom destroyed, I like that old look. Tub has a but of an art decco look, love that. But i wish you two the best of luck....please hurry up and get this done before the playoffs get here, thanks
I cant remember a race in which I showed up, raced, then left so quickly. I think I left my house at like 845 and was back home before noon lol.
Its your house, so install a stripper pole in it if you want too....but im a little sad to see that bathroom destroyed, I like that old look. Tub has a but of an art decco look, love that. But i wish you two the best of luck....please hurry up and get this done before the playoffs get here, thanks
I cant remember a race in which I showed up, raced, then left so quickly. I think I left my house at like 845 and was back home before noon lol.
gtluke
The Moped
Someone needs to explain to me what these building materials are, I've been talking to pearl all weekend and it's driving me crazy.
What are we looking at behind the studs, it's another room, but it looks like some kind of 2x8 sheet with 2" holes all over it with plaster? coming through. WTF is that? Or is that an exterior wall and they used a glue to hold on the insulation?
I"m lost.
Also pearl swears there are blocks of mortar behind each tile. I call BS on that, it would never line up right 😉
Drywall, wire mesh, some kind of mortar to harden up the tile surface, or plaster? Then tile, then the grout ate away at whatever that plaster was, causing it to break up into perfect 4x4 blocks?
What are we looking at behind the studs, it's another room, but it looks like some kind of 2x8 sheet with 2" holes all over it with plaster? coming through. WTF is that? Or is that an exterior wall and they used a glue to hold on the insulation?
I"m lost.
Also pearl swears there are blocks of mortar behind each tile. I call BS on that, it would never line up right 😉
Drywall, wire mesh, some kind of mortar to harden up the tile surface, or plaster? Then tile, then the grout ate away at whatever that plaster was, causing it to break up into perfect 4x4 blocks?
gtluke
The Moped
The Pearl's are too young to romanticize about how cool the 50/60's were (to us old shits). So they don't like the old stuff. I'm getting all hot and bothered over those shower controls and console sink, man they are so cool. Maybe in like 10 years they will get nostalgic like we are now, but they will start liking the 70/80's stuff. Then we'll need to euthanize them.
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congrats guys!
1speed
Incredibly profound yet fantastically flawed
Congratulations! Home ownership is the gift that keeps on taking.
It's really impressive that you set about remodeling things right away. We're seven years into our place and we haven't touched the major projects yet. Replaced the A/C, roof, and about half the windows, but still have extensive remodeling to do on both bathrooms, the master bedroom and the kitchen. And in the interest of maintaining value in the house, none of these will be done by me.
Have fun with that sledge hammer!!! 😀
It's really impressive that you set about remodeling things right away. We're seven years into our place and we haven't touched the major projects yet. Replaced the A/C, roof, and about half the windows, but still have extensive remodeling to do on both bathrooms, the master bedroom and the kitchen. And in the interest of maintaining value in the house, none of these will be done by me.
Have fun with that sledge hammer!!! 😀
Congrats but oh my god I would have never demoed that bathroom. Hint you could have had someone pay you for removal of that tile. Good coin in old tile. After WW2 building materials were the at the best quality found. Until mid 60's found out people will buy garbage for the sake looking new. I restored everything in my last house circa 1949 which turned around to bring me a nice return in coin when we sold it...