I know I’ve opened up a can of worms. No, I don’t want your bike to work on. Thanks for thinking of me.
God help me, my friends, I resorted to switching the bottle cages between the Trek and the Venge yesterday, just for something to do. I’ve got my 5200 purring like a kitten. My Venge is running perfectly. My mountain bike has always been fantastic (I really don’t ride it enough to beat it up, anyway). Even the tandem is in great shape.
My wife’s bikes are perfect – I just ran a new brake cable on her good bike for her last week, and with a Shimano 105 11 speed drivetrain, I’m jealous of how well her bike shifts (there’s a vast world of difference between Shimano’s 10 speed and 11 speed reliability. Their 10 speed was always a little quirky.
My gravel bike is almost perfect but it needs a little drivetrain attention – and, believe it or not, it’s a bit out of my league. I can’t get the front derailleur set right – either it rubs three of the nine gears or the cage hits the crank arm. It never bothered me before, but now that I’ve got the cockpit lengthened to where the bike is comfortable, I’m going to spend a lot more time on it next season. It’ll have to be right. If it rains today, I’ll take it into the shop to have it looked at.
My bikes are a microcosm of my life. Everything, with the exception of some huge hiccups well outside my control, is good. It’s not perfect (is it ever?), but manageable and enjoyable. And that’s the goal.
As they say, shit happens. The trick is to be wearing the hazmat suit when it does.
UPDATE: I didn’t have to take the gravel bike to the shop. A judicious use of the front derailleur high limit screw did the trick. I have to trim for the two highest gears but no more rubbing. Shoot, now I’m really out of stuff to do.