moonlite
Kona Fan
Hot, hot, hot here over the weekend and today. Went out after 5pm when a bit of a breeze came up, figuring it would be a little cooler.
Have been trying to get the final tweaks done to the Jake -- last time out the chain kept getting caught in the spokes, so spent a while adjusting the limit screw to prevent that and it worked beautifully during a few circuits of the garden . . . but as soon as I hit a decent hill out in the wild, back the chain went, 'over the top' and into the spokes. Climbed off with much cursing and managed to get it onto the cassette again, only to find when remounted that the wheel had gone a bit out of true and the tyre was contacting the chainstay at every revolution, making a persistent 'zzk zzk zzk' sound.
I decided to continue, noting that it was the corner knobs of the tread brushing the stay, rather than the tyre casing, so less likely to blow out. But on the next fast gravel downhill, on some juddering surface corrugations, there was a twang and a loud rattling sound -- I'd broken a spoke! A first in many years' riding. Fearing the rear wheel would suddenly collapse on me, I turned around and came home, having covered about 20k with 200m climbing. Am now contemplating getting the rear wheel fixed and wondering if this bike will ever be completely hassle-free.
Have been trying to get the final tweaks done to the Jake -- last time out the chain kept getting caught in the spokes, so spent a while adjusting the limit screw to prevent that and it worked beautifully during a few circuits of the garden . . . but as soon as I hit a decent hill out in the wild, back the chain went, 'over the top' and into the spokes. Climbed off with much cursing and managed to get it onto the cassette again, only to find when remounted that the wheel had gone a bit out of true and the tyre was contacting the chainstay at every revolution, making a persistent 'zzk zzk zzk' sound.
I decided to continue, noting that it was the corner knobs of the tread brushing the stay, rather than the tyre casing, so less likely to blow out. But on the next fast gravel downhill, on some juddering surface corrugations, there was a twang and a loud rattling sound -- I'd broken a spoke! A first in many years' riding. Fearing the rear wheel would suddenly collapse on me, I turned around and came home, having covered about 20k with 200m climbing. Am now contemplating getting the rear wheel fixed and wondering if this bike will ever be completely hassle-free.
It was great chewing the fat with Scott last night, then getting my arse thoroughly handed to me on a plate, taking him, or as it turned out, him taking me, on one of my fav 20 mile loops before brekkie. The man is a robot!
