Now where in the heck did that go…

By blackmountaincycles,

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You know when you’re working on something and a small part falls? You train your eyes on the approximate location where it’s going to fall, listen for it hitting the ground, and then, hopefully, your eye notices movement making it easy to find? Well, sometimes it doesn’t happen quite like that.
I’m adjusting a first generation XTR canti brake today and notice the nut for the Shimano straddle cable system is hitting the canti stop on the fork arch. The nut is too thick and incorrect for this type of straddle. No problem. I’ll replace it with something more appropriate.

Because I didn’t release the cable anchor on the brake arm, I removed the whole straddle – that type that was unique to Shimano and later copied by the other brake manufacturers. As I’m reassembling it and start to thread the nut on, it falls. I hear it. Don’t see it though and after a few minutes of searching decide I’ll just get another nut. Get everything in place, start threading the nut, and, yep, it falls too. Only this time I don’t hear it land and certainly can’t find it after searching for a few minutes.

Okay, this is stupid. It has to be somewhere. Back up. What do I know? I know it’s not on the bolt. I know it fell. I know I didn’t hear it land. Where is it? Ahh, there it is. Nestled perfectly on a ledge of the fork brace mocking me. Sometimes, it should be easier to find things like this.

And that first one that fell, it was about 2 feet away disguised as the floor.

(What’s playing: Elvis Costello Senior Service)


0 responses to “Now where in the heck did that go…”

  1. MMcG says:

    This happens to me all the time!

    Drives me nuts. Especially when the little part bounces and goes underneath my work bench – then it becomes a fishing expedition to get it out from under.

  2. Guitar Ted says:

    There is a name for this sort of thing: A Mechanics Prayer Session.
    You are on your knees looking for said piece that fell and praying that you find it!

    Yeah, I’ve had those strange hiding places foil me before. Into my shop apon, a cuff in my pants, (back when that was in fashion!), and even in my shoe!

    The best one was when I was a jeweler and a diamond went flying. We meticulously tore apart the shop, carefully carrying out each item from the room until we found it behind the polishing machine.

    Good times! ha ha!

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