Tuesday night biking at the Hollyloft was disappointing. Not many people arrived because it was raining and more was on the way.
The best part of the ride was the suggestion the ride leader made that I am fast enough to join the A-squad. I thought about it briefly, but decided, not to since I wasn't feeling particular spry and the last time I went with the As, they dropped me. That ended up being the right choice.
I also felt sluggish going up hills or even slight grades in the road. Perhaps it was because I only had a bagel for lunch...and one for a pre-ride snack. My stomach was rebelling and all the blood that should be in my legs wound up in the guts. Someone remarked that my back wheel looked wobbly. I knew it was since an accident I had back in Seattle, so I didn't think anything of the comment. That is, until someone else noticed. I checked it out and saw a more profound untrueness than ever before. I remembered a "ka-pang" noise from earlier in the ride and guessed, correctly as I would later find out, a spoke broke loose.
The wobble was enough to send each side of the rim hitting the brake pads, thus slowing me down a little at a time. I suppose I should not be too harsh on the ride, I averaged 17 mph, the second fastest speed.
One of the guys on my ride works at the bike shop. I told him I would be a tough sale...not that I was looking to buy...for the following reasons: I like my bike, I like Cannondale (handmade in PA) and I can buy replacement wheels on Ebay for $200.
I nursed my bike back to the shop and took of the pedals. Rorry let me take home a very expensive carbon-frame, Tour de France-ready Specialized worth $2800. It feels like riding in a Rolls compared to mine.
I just got a call from Hollyloft. The wheel is in pretty bad shape with a permanent hop. They replaced the spoke and made it semi-ridable...I am also sure they want to get their bike back.
The best part of the ride was the suggestion the ride leader made that I am fast enough to join the A-squad. I thought about it briefly, but decided, not to since I wasn't feeling particular spry and the last time I went with the As, they dropped me. That ended up being the right choice.
I also felt sluggish going up hills or even slight grades in the road. Perhaps it was because I only had a bagel for lunch...and one for a pre-ride snack. My stomach was rebelling and all the blood that should be in my legs wound up in the guts. Someone remarked that my back wheel looked wobbly. I knew it was since an accident I had back in Seattle, so I didn't think anything of the comment. That is, until someone else noticed. I checked it out and saw a more profound untrueness than ever before. I remembered a "ka-pang" noise from earlier in the ride and guessed, correctly as I would later find out, a spoke broke loose.
The wobble was enough to send each side of the rim hitting the brake pads, thus slowing me down a little at a time. I suppose I should not be too harsh on the ride, I averaged 17 mph, the second fastest speed.
One of the guys on my ride works at the bike shop. I told him I would be a tough sale...not that I was looking to buy...for the following reasons: I like my bike, I like Cannondale (handmade in PA) and I can buy replacement wheels on Ebay for $200.
I nursed my bike back to the shop and took of the pedals. Rorry let me take home a very expensive carbon-frame, Tour de France-ready Specialized worth $2800. It feels like riding in a Rolls compared to mine.
I just got a call from Hollyloft. The wheel is in pretty bad shape with a permanent hop. They replaced the spoke and made it semi-ridable...I am also sure they want to get their bike back.
posted by Kenny Macdonald at 11:59 AM
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