So here’s my current frustration with the bike (which still has no name, poor nameless thing)…  

Yesterday my front brakes weren’t working correctly.  I would squeeze the brakes and the lever would travel all the way to the handlebar, and the pads wouldn’t grab the wheel.  Not very useful.  So my girl generously offered to drive me over to Derailer so I could get them fixed up.  I spend an hour over there making sure everything was cool, and at the end my brakes were awesome… until I drove off the lot.  I squeezed them while actually riding, felt something slip, and then the damn things stopped working.  I’m so irritated.  I want to ride my damn bike.  I guess I’ll take a break from Puppet in a bit to get out there with a crescent wrench and see if I can adjust it in less than 15 minutes, which is about my tolerance level right now.