velomasters of the universe

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With the blue sky gone and snow descending upon Tashkent, I decided it was a good time to go out:

I wanted to take the Caboose to get a general checkup:

At least that was the idea.

So I marked a place on the map where an alleged velomaster was supposed to reside. Then I started walking:

When I got there, I tried this door first:

Then this one:

Until someone came out and told me that it was in fact this door:

But nobody was home.

I cursed the day and kept walking. You can see on the map where they are, the first bike guy and the second bike guy.

I crossed a massive street:

And when I finally, finally found the second velomaster, he shrugged, said “fuck” a bunch of times and told me that there was not much he could do:

The problem was that both wheels of the Caboose should ideally be in a completely vertical position, not lean in or out (because that messes with the ball bearings). But we couldn’t figure out a good way to get them to be right.

So I walked back, feeling like I had massively failed:

But then something good happened.

I stopped in a little fast food place run by an Azeri guy, and after they had found out what it was I was doing with that strange “refrigerator on wheels”, they gave me all kinds of tasty stuff to try.


One of the most awesome desserts I have ever tried.

Azeri tea with homemade sugar cubes:


And jam made from watermelon:

It was awesome.

To round it up I went and had a tiny, tiny bottle of Uzbek beer:

Successful or not, life was still good.

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