|Another exciting ride on Bear Cub road!|
We had a four plus hour ride on the schedule and I though I would preemptively dodge the shenanigan by bringing my bike in the day before and having it checked out instead of the other way around. Turns out fate had other plans. The rear tire was trued and I assumed I would be fine for a day. With about 40km to go a spoke on my rear wheel decided to off it's self. I couldn't fathom calling a coach to come pick up. And no, I didn't know where I was anyway. There was no problems with the remainder of the trip. I was somewhat expecting the tire to just pancake on me and lead to a greater disaster. But it didn't and everything worked out.
That was the most recent bike related mishaps. I bought a cross bike earlier this summer. This was going to perfect gem for training in the county. It really was to, for about ten km. After which the problems started to surface. Don't ask me what happened because I couldn't do anything about it. I dropped it for repair and had it back just in time for one more ride before heading back to Placid. In loyal fashion the exact same problem came back after ten km of riding. Imagine that.
|Happy birthday Lowell!|
These things are not uncommon. Admittedly they have been more frequent than normal. Normally I just try to duct tape my way to safety, but you can't eat duct tape. Well, I guess you could but it wouldn't help a stomach bug much. If you can afford it you can always but your way out. In that case you have to have a lot of money and you won't learn anything. I'm somewhere in between. It really eludes me that I haven't broken any poles this month. There should be some solid dumb luck coming my way that will keep the equipment running glitch free. That's how it works right?