Today I endured another 24 hours of house cleaning, family junk, work, waiting in idiotic texting traffic, solving other peoples' kcuf-ups, and handing out favors with a smile, because tomorrow after work I'm driving down to Retrogression to pick up my spokes, nipples and remaining bike parts from Scrod to build up my GT and my GF's Waterford.

Feels like I'm cheating or taking a short-cut, not having to buy derailleurs, brake calipers, cables and brifter$.

GF: "Wait, that's it? We're done already?!"