It was a sad day today. I had to say goodbye to my bike for a week as I shipped it out to San Francisco. I spent a lot of time with her on Monday and Tuesday, putting around 70 miles on her in hopes that she wouldn't mind being taken apart and stuffed in a box for a few days.
Now I like tinkering with my bike but disassembling it into an unrideable pile of parts was a little disconcerting. I took my time last night, savoring a well earned beer in the process. The "travel case" I had purchased from Crateworks went together surprisingly easily and every part of the bike fit where it was supposed to. Their instructions could have included a picture or two, but I think I managed to get everything in the right place. As long as it arrives in one piece that's all that matters.
After work today I made a stop by the local UPS store to send her off. I was tempted to slip the clerk a 50 if he would personally ride in the back of the truck with her and keep an eye on her, but in the end my rationality won out. It's gonna be okay. She'll make it where she's supposed to, at least that's what I keep telling myself.