Apparently replacing a crank isn't a 5-minute job, so I had plenty of time to kill.
But pretty soon, I was instructed to
stop harassing the staff go eat dinner and drink beer. Which I did. By the time I had giggled my way back to the shop, it was ready to go.
Isn't it beautiful?
These somehow jumped in the car and came home with me as well. I've only been lusting after them for two months now. Please ignore the permanent compression-sock-imprints.
As an added bonus, the weather here in DC is ridiculous today, so I get to take my fabulous new crank out for a spin before the sun goes down. How are you enjoying our mild winter that is certain to guarantee a horrendous summer?