So…..I’m riding along and it’s like pedal, pedal, spin, pedal, pedal, spin. And I’m wondering ‘what the hell is going on?’ I stop and check out the drive train. All good except the surface rust and the grime and the muck and the gunged up grease. But… its all still working. Then I suss it. The penny drops. The freewheel! Darn that component. But this little look down causes a wider assessment. Streaks of rust running along the head tube? Never seen that before. The Brooks saddle spreading its wings like a giant moth? Brake pads worn down to the metal? There can only be one answer:
Or maybe two answers:
Rain and more bloody rain.
More truthfully…..its three answers:
Rain, more bloody rain and neglect.
I’ve been getting home so wet, that I’ve not been stabling my bike properly.
So today, its back to my cross bike, my race weapon of choice and get out of jail free card. Thank heavens for small mercies (and available Giant cross bikes). Note to self: No matter how tired you are, sort your bike out.
Cyclopaedia get ready……I’m on my way in.