Last weekend, I was cruising on a known road, 4th gear. I shit myself to find it washed out on a blind corner. It was 6 feet across, and 4 foot deep. I panicked! I grabbed both brakes, too late! I grabbed a fistfull of throttle to try to get my front wheel over it. Success! But I cased it hard on the rear wheel! I busted 2 spokes, and just did an easy over the bars. No damage to person. Bike came over the abyss and died. Two clanging broken spokes. I used my Leatherman to cut them off with some real effort.
For the life of me, for the rest of the weekend, I could not go a mile or two without a spoke wrench I had in my pocket to keep the rear wheel from going "upbittiy-upbitty"! All the other spokes just went slack on me! OK, I had a catastrophic on the rim, and expected to ride after it. But it was Saturday afternoon! FUUUUUUUUUU! Beat me up! I deserve it! I did ride and tighten the spokes every mile, and still had fun!
Now I have to do the nasty and take this wheel apart!
For the life of me, for the rest of the weekend, I could not go a mile or two without a spoke wrench I had in my pocket to keep the rear wheel from going "upbittiy-upbitty"! All the other spokes just went slack on me! OK, I had a catastrophic on the rim, and expected to ride after it. But it was Saturday afternoon! FUUUUUUUUUU! Beat me up! I deserve it! I did ride and tighten the spokes every mile, and still had fun!
Now I have to do the nasty and take this wheel apart!
