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So, much though I’d’ve quite liked to build the deck today, I’m lacking in the magic tool (which I’ve been putting off buying) for disassembling pallets in super quick time. Also, I’m missing a large stack of pallets, some concrete to erect pillars, and pillars. Oh, and a few other bits and pieces.

In the mean time I decided to work on the other deck.
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So today I was moderately good*. I worked for a bit on my essay, mainly formulating questions to send to university. And I went and got the bits to make the Pop Filter / Suspension Mic Mount. This is based on a couple of other folks work (see the bottom for linkage). I warn you, this is not a full on instructable, otherwise I’d put it on there.
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So, today has been a busy old day, being one of those rare days where a day off for me was also a day off for Kathryn, we decided to spend it in the traditional manner, going grocery shopping. However, before we could go grocery shopping, there were a few other bits we needed to do. The biggest of these was hiring a thicknesser and running all the boards that are going to make up the bookcases in the library through said thicknesser. Then return said thicknesser.

Easy, eh?

I was a wee bit paranoid, on the basis that I’d not used a thicknesser since I was at school, and since woodshop was still called woodshop and not ‘CDT’. Also, I don’t recall what I made in my woodworking class at school, and unlike the ‘outside bin’ I made in metal work class (brazing a piece of metal, that was) it didn’t make it home, so far as I can tell. So I watched a video on youtube, and then collected the machine this morning.

It’s actually startlingly easy, although I had to stick an old conti-board shelf in there to act as a slide, because the machine’s minimum width was 2.5cm, and our shelves are about 1.8cm once they’re planed down.

The wood, incidentally, is recycled Douglas Fir that we bought from Bristol Wood Recycling. Kathryn cut it to size a while back, but it’s been sat there awaiting a solution to the “being rough sawn timber” problem. Anyhow, just after what would have been lunch time, had it have been lunch time, we finished and then headed off to return said thicknesser.

Appearance is a funny thing.

In the morning, collecting it, I wandered down in over/coveralls and a scabby teeshirt. When they asked about a 110v transformer I was able to cheerfully inform them that no, I didn’t need to rent one as I already have one. This seemed to cement in their heads that I was a sensible knowledgable sort that could be lent a machine without approbation from some other source of my competence.

Coming back I was wearing skinny fit jeans and my five-fingers (‘cos we were intending to go shopping). The bloke who’d not met me in the morning went on at some length about how the blades get damaged on the machines… while his mate (who’d seen me in the morning checked the machine and came back and cheerfully said “they’re fine”).

Skinny fit jeans, incidentally, a mistake. Short cotton skirt? Yes. Very yes. Much of an improvement.

It was seriously warm today.

Anyhow, the end panels and shelves are now all smooth and pretty:

And ready for a light sand before assembly.

Now we just need to source a back panel. We were discussing a veneered ply (like this) which would make it look like the whole thing was solid wood. I’m quite excited to see how it comes out now.

The rest of the day was spent doing food shopping and helping a friend with kids. I also spent a few minutes learning about Olive Pomace Oil, which I’ll probably try getting some of at the weekend. We burn through Olive Oil like there’s no tomorrow, and Bristol Sweet Mart sell giant tins of Olive Pomace Oil which is probably adequate for most cooking purposes.

Yesterday we went to see Girlyman play. It was a gorgeously intimate gig, especially since we had front row seats – meaning the stage (and indeed the group) were a few feet away from us. Girlyman are *awesome* and you should go listen to them, now.

Yesterday was also awesome because I realised I had enough refund money left in my paypal account to buy the new cartridge for the Goldring Lenco deck, and a new cable for my mic, so I may have the distraction of my podcast returning to the airinternetwaves

I should be doing some university stuff, I should be continuing to review the literature for my dissertation, but at the moment my crisis of faith in my own abilities is large enough I don’t know if I’m reviewing the right literature, and find it hard to feel the urge to continue to work on my dissertation until I’ve had some feedback, but I know I should, and that thought is starting to eat away at me as the excuses of my old job which left me continuously knackered fade away.

As a way to cheer myself up a bit, and because seeing the new bike’s tatty condition had left me a little dispirited (despite knowing that it won’t cost that much to fix her up, and indeed perhaps gently tweak my bike with some new rims, so I can actually stop without nearly dying when it’s wet), I decided to go down to the garage and see if I could get it at least feeling more like something I can fix.

Within 15 minutes I had unseized the brakes, the rear hub shifter is at least moving (I have no idea if the rear hub is working, but the shifter mechanism is working); I’d rubbed the paint down enough that I’ve accepted a respray is in order. A quick rub with a cloth revealed that the red trim on the paint is, well, dead. What little was left of it came off with virtually no contact.

I’ll see what Kathryn wants to do about the mudguards which are spectacularly sad (paint wise). New ones aren’t exactly expensive, so they could just be replaced at the end of the day, or they can be wirebrushed and resprayed. The chrome of the handlebars too is beyond sad. Polish can only do so much (although I don’t know where my chrome polish is anyway). The saddle is an ancient and tired brooks saddle. These are insanely comfortable when broken in to the relevant riders arse, I’m told. Mine’s certainly way more comfortable than any modern saddle I’ve had. However, the new bike’s* saddle is very tired and abused. Hopefully some leather feed will sort that. Though I suspect it’ll need quite a lot of feeding, the instructions say “don’t leave them out in the wet”; lord knows how many years of out in the wet they’ve had.

But the biggest joy was the Dynohub. I expected very little from it, if anything, so connecting it up to the meter and spinning the wheel I was fairly surprised to see this**:

Emboldened I pulled off the wire to the rear light (which was missing bits anyway), reconnected the lead to the front light, and reconnected the broken wire to the dynohub. Then with some difficulty I balanced the bike on a block of wood on a jack, turned on the light, and spun the front wheel with my foot. Lo:

Let there be light? :)

* She needs a name. I’m assuming she. Kathryn is obviously the one with the naming responsibility.
** Actually a good spin with good balance got readings in the region of 12v. Its nominal rated output is, I think, 6 volts.

Let’s get this straight first up. I’m a driver. Perhaps not as first and foremost as I used to be, but I’m a driver. I love driving my minor* and am going to insane and ridiculous lengths to ensure that a car built in 1969 will still be viable for the next 40 years. I’m also a motorcyclist, and loved my MZs with my heart and soul, and suspect that my Kawasaki, when I spare the cash to get her going, will be graced with my favour, and that riding will bring back that urge to grab the bike and run, far, far out into the countryside. I’m not, generally, someone who fits into specific boxes well. I drive, but I like bikes. I can be very butch, I can be fairly femme. I am all blurry and fuzzy and screw up people’s nice little boxes. I say that because whilst I still consider myself to be ‘a driver’, I am now also ‘a cyclist’.

I’m a cyclist who pulled over more than once today to enjoy just being outside on a bike.

And apparently, I’m lucky enough to live in the UK’s first “Cycling City”. I grant that I’m a relatively recent convert to the cycling cause. When I learned to drive, I promptly stopped cycling and have rarely even contemplated it as a serious means of travel since. Not helped by the fact that my old bike made my knees hurt if I even considered riding more than a few hundred yards.

But Molly, my fine new steed** is a fine bike, and whilst I haven’t steeled myself to look at the BSA 3 speed hub (because it currently works on one speed, and I fear taking it apart and it no longer working on any speed), and I have to adjust the brakes at least once a week because the tired and slightly rusty rims devour brake blocks (and occasionally give me entertaining failure to stops, like today’s where I pull hard and retardation is minimal because the adjustment was just a bit out for the amount of wear), I deeply enjoy riding.

Well. I deeply enjoy short bits of my ride.

See, Bristol is Britain’s First Cycling City.

First, is perhaps the most important word. Because Bristol, despite the great fanfare is a largely lousy place to cycle. Some bits are really nice. Some bits are a delight; the bike lane is separate from the cars, meaning that when I’m driving I don’t get pissy with cyclists, and when I’m cycling I don’t get pissy with cars. Also, I don’t have to avoid nutcases who think that cyclists are a pain in the arse, and that they should be run off the road.

It’s a win-win.

But then there’s things like cycle lanes that just stop or disappear. Cycle lanes that lead you to massive complex junctions and leave you there. Cycle lanes with trees or lampposts in them. Cycle ‘lanes’ where the road’s not really wide enough, and since they just consist of white paint, the cars pootle happily through the lanes making them pointless. Stairs. No, I’m not kidding. One cycle route has fracking stairs in it. I mean, what now? Are they unaware of the basic limitations of your standard town bikes*** – and the tradition that going down stairs on bikes is restricted to youfs in hoodies on very small BMXs?****

Also, today’s favourite, a bike lane that ends at a pedestrian crossing with no indication of where they’d like you to go afterwards.

This is the best Britain has to offer? Our finest town planners and traffic routing engineers have come up with this and this is the best? Really? Seriously?. To coin a phrase:
Fuuuuuuck.

I know that it’s difficult. Britain is an old country, we have narrow mediaeval roads, and narrow Victorian roads, and twisty turney rolling-English-drunkard roads*****. We have an incredibly densely populated country with incredibly densely carulated roads.

But we’ve got to do better. It’s terrible. This is lethal.

When people discuss the future of transport they often talk about their pet mode of movement. The car lobby defends cars, the railway lobby defends the pathetic, sad remnants of our chaotic and confused railway system, public transport groups defend the needs of buses (which I’m led to believe do exist, contrary to my experiences of trying to catch them), and cyclist’s groups defend the cyclists.

But that isn’t going to work. We need to all work this out as one group, not all fighting our little petty battles, but instead trying to work out how we unify the whole transport system.

Because at the moment, it’s just pathetic, and it doesn’t work for anyone.

* Well, when she’s not destroyed her diff.
** For values of new including approximately 80 years old.
*** Or indeed 80 year old vintage bicycles.
**** ;)
***** The rolling English Drunkard made the Rolling English Roads, I’m led to believe.

So, the plan for today was to pop the wood for the bookshelves through the thicknesser.

However, imagining that the hire place would probably have one in, I rang this morning and found out that it was in Bath. Then had a moment of astonishing idiocy when I went to confirm rental for next week’s joint-day-off (for there is only one such day in any given week, at best), and thought 150mm was 15mm and err, yeah. Less said the better.

Anyhow, it’s rented for next week, and I suppose we could buy the backing piece too, if we were feeling enthusiastic. Which would mean we could assemble the two bookcases, and the office-come-spare-room called (optimistically) “The Library” would be pretty much complete.

Which would be good.

So, today my good friend John headed over, a day of chilling and chatting was planned (at least in my head) and that’s what occurred. John showed me some of his latest projects which reminded me why I used to love dinking with computers and electronics, and also prompted me to think more about the finishing touches for the Minor which will, when it’s electrically powered, need some information displays…

We also had a dink with the official Dead Bug Jumping record deck.

I somewhat prematurely (it appears) declared it working this morning. But further playing with it revealed that it wasn’t working well at all. The drive was slipping too much – but we took it apart, and spent some time cleaning the drive mechanism and the underside of the platter. Reassembly demonstrated that it wasn’t happy still – and then John noticed that the spindle (which turns in a bearing of some sort) was incredibly stiff. The manual declares that this is a self-lubricating system requiring no further lubrication. This may have been true in 1966, but today it was a system of very dry old oil that had turned into a substance not unlike glue.

I need to pick up some sewing machine oil, clearly, but the solution applied for the minute was to mix proper penetrating oil (Plus Gas) and engine oil (10W40). After a little while the bearing freed up, and the turntable now starts promptly and turns smoothly.

That’s not the only problem with the deck though. We also tackled the speed adjustment, using the neon light off an extension lead to provide the 50Hz flicker (I am in awe of John’s MacGyver tendancy). Unfortunately, the motor seems to be running a little tiny bit fast, but 33 ⅓ rpm is fine. 45rpm is okay… 78 rpm is a smidge fast, and I can’t quite get the adjuster down as far as it needs to go. 16 rpm is an unknown quantity, because the stroboscopic disk doesn’t include a 16 rpm adjuster.

So, it’s now in a state were getting a cartridge is worthwhile. However, the tone arm is not happy. Clearly there was a design flaw in the headshell, where over time the contacts got dirty and the deck got noisy… and soldering’s happened and the cartridge mount’s got deformed, and then wires have been soldered to replace broken connectors, and we’ve ended up with this:

So there’re some wires that need replacing, but I need to decide on a cartridge first…

Also, the deck has no earth (ground) at all. So that also needs fixing. Sadly, the preamp doesn’t have a ground either, so I’m going to have great fun creating an earth tag on the amp and a run from the deck to ground… Audiophiles would be horrified :)