So: Zack P. took it upon himself to "beat the professional mechanic" in problem solving. Here he is inspecting the frame for hairline fractures (a VERY bad thing that had me worried):

After much flexing of the frame in every direction, he speculated that the riveted-on water bottle bosses were creaking against the frame. (The bosses are the holes in the frame that allow you to bolt on a water-bottle holder, or "cage" as they're called.) He used large amounts of every type of bike lube, grease and spray that I had in my toolbox, and after much wiping, jiggling and flipping the bike around, the sound was nearly gone. We stared at each other in elated disbelief, but then heard another ping as he torqued on the frame one more time. Ugh! But I was willing to guess that he was still right, and that it was just going to take time for the lube to penetrate the dry rivets. I took the bike outside and rode around, standing on the pedals in a big gear and applying as much torque as possible to the frame. No sound!!! I love it!! Zack is the man. My Spanky is a silent stealth machine once again.
Zack during our ride today:

3 comments:
There are days **I** feel like all my rivets are drying up. I creak and groan and moan and dodder around until my joints lube up and I can stride again. Egad. Growing old is NOT for sissies.
I hear you loud and clear. I'm feeling the effects myself. :-) Mountain biking keeps you young in the head, but not so much in the body.
Man!!! I love that pic of Zack out on Certain Death!
dammit girl, you HAVE to go 'cross riding with me. Please??!!
Gimme a call sometime. I am jonesing to ride with someone besides myself.
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