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  • Things Falling Apart

    Finished work early on Friday in order to get a nice 4hr ride in, in the evening sunshine we’ve been enjoying here for a while. Had all my stuff prepared, kit laid out, bike set up, all I had to do was get home, get changed and get out the door.
    Got home, got changed, crammed a couple of cereal bars in my jersey pockets, grabbed the bike, noticed the rear tyre was a bit soft so decided to top it up quickly with the track pump. As the tyre got to pressure I noticed something stuck on the sidewall, rubbed it with my finger and discovered it was the tube bulging out of a split. Damn.
    Cue me scrambling round the back of the fridge to dig out an old spare tyre, which I frantically fitted and pumped up to pressure. Oh look, now I’ve managed to put a hole in the tube and it’s gone flat again. Damn. More frantic flailing with a new tube and the tyre is finally up to pressure with no holes, splits or anything else wrong with it. Hurrah!
    Sadly all this faffing has wasted the best part of an hour, so the ride ended up being 3hrs instead. Damn.

    Went for a quick ride round Gisburn forest with Angela on Saturday, nothing broke or fell apart, which was nice. Well, Angela’s ears went a funny shade of blue and her hands didn’t work in the cold, but nothing mechanical died…and she seemed to defrost in the country pub afterwards.
    The car worked flawlessly again taking us there and back (damn it), even if it did make hard work of the climb over Waddington Fell (I’m fairly sure I don’t sound that bad when I go over it on the road bike…).

    Sunday’s weather was, again, glorious winter sun, so I decided on a nice 6hr ride and headed off full of enthusiasm. Sadly after about 15 miles the rear brake on the scandal randomly disappeared and the lever started touching the bars with no actual braking effect. Damn. I leapt off to see if there was a leak or something, but there wasn’t…and the pads had loads of life left in them. I rode for anouther 5 miles pondering whether it was a good idea to go thundering round the countryside with one working brake, decided it wasn’t (my name’s not Matt) so headed home. That turned out to be the right decision as, while cruising down the hill from Houghton tower back towards Preston, the bearings in the left eggbeater pedal called it a day with a horrible metalic screatch. Damn.

    Here’s to hoping nothing falls apart this week, eh?!

     

    10:38 am on February 18, 2008 | 5 Comments | # |

Comments

  • TimK 2:04 pm on February 18, 2008 | #

    You can’t have any more mechanicals Dave, you’ve had more in the last few months than i’ve had in years!! Fingers crossed for no more mechanicals in the future.

  • matt 2:09 pm on February 18, 2008 | #

    Your bike at the end of the ride sounds like how my chameleon was for 3 months.

    At least you have new bits waiting for you here 🙂

  • dgpowell 10:40 am on February 19, 2008 | #

    oh yea, new bits, i’d forgotten about them 🙂
    woo
    new stuff rocks

    stuff to add to the “broken” list: blackburn x6 lights 🙁
    well, the connecting cables and connectors anyway…they’ve started flickering and randomly turning off when riding over bumps at night (scary)

    oh and the pedals on the road bike..but i knew they were on the way out, so i’ve already ordered their replacements

  • Richard 1:03 pm on February 19, 2008 | #

    Did you notice any new trails up at Gisburn. There is a sign in in Clitheroe saying there is going to be a bike shop/centre and the Dog & Partridge pub and 50K of new trails opening in April

  • dgpowell 11:52 am on February 20, 2008 | #

    the DHers have been busy building big, proper looking berms on the DH courses in the woods (which i didn’t ride) and have made some very professinal looking road jumps too (which i didn’t jump) but i didn’t see any signs of new permanent trails

    it was bloomin busy up there!