CrabadonAB
Dirt Disciple
Sadly I've experienced more cock ups in the last three years than the previous 20 years, is the standard dropping in shops? I think so.
The only one I can look back on with a sense fun or enjoyment was collecting my Bike from a shop (Herberts?) in whitstable, kent around 1991-2 (about 20-25 miles from home) two friends had come with me, they took their bikes with them on the train and i had to catch a bus for the last part and met them there, we were all 15-16 and very competitive.
I was collecting my baby which had the rear wheel rebuilt, the front was radial and never needed truing in 3 years of having it (sorry had to get that in), both had ringle hubs (screw on block) as we left we got chatting to two "roadies" and we were all heading back the same way to Ashford via Canterbury, banter was soon being thrown between us and then the pace quicken alittle, little more, until any talking stopped, then all of a sudden one of my mates on a marin comes hammering past me and both road guys making a brake for it in true "Tour de France" fashion, they gave chase, as soon as i came out the saddle, a spoke gives on the rear, as fast as i could, removed it and got going again, was making ground and as soon as i'd rejoined another spoke goes, at least this time they stopped and waited, fast forward until about two miles from home, and another two broken spokes, i'd manged to stay with the guys on the racers, i didn't have a lot left in the tank but i'd been the only one not to try and break away so i knew if she'd got me this far it was my "destinty" to be first into town, i set myself, dropping back alittle so my amazing turn of speed would crush any fight they had left, i gently easied into a sprint and as i came past spoke number 5 goes quickly followed by 6, i just held on as the wheel collapsed . . . . 2 miles from home.
cheers
AB
The only one I can look back on with a sense fun or enjoyment was collecting my Bike from a shop (Herberts?) in whitstable, kent around 1991-2 (about 20-25 miles from home) two friends had come with me, they took their bikes with them on the train and i had to catch a bus for the last part and met them there, we were all 15-16 and very competitive.
I was collecting my baby which had the rear wheel rebuilt, the front was radial and never needed truing in 3 years of having it (sorry had to get that in), both had ringle hubs (screw on block) as we left we got chatting to two "roadies" and we were all heading back the same way to Ashford via Canterbury, banter was soon being thrown between us and then the pace quicken alittle, little more, until any talking stopped, then all of a sudden one of my mates on a marin comes hammering past me and both road guys making a brake for it in true "Tour de France" fashion, they gave chase, as soon as i came out the saddle, a spoke gives on the rear, as fast as i could, removed it and got going again, was making ground and as soon as i'd rejoined another spoke goes, at least this time they stopped and waited, fast forward until about two miles from home, and another two broken spokes, i'd manged to stay with the guys on the racers, i didn't have a lot left in the tank but i'd been the only one not to try and break away so i knew if she'd got me this far it was my "destinty" to be first into town, i set myself, dropping back alittle so my amazing turn of speed would crush any fight they had left, i gently easied into a sprint and as i came past spoke number 5 goes quickly followed by 6, i just held on as the wheel collapsed . . . . 2 miles from home.
cheers
AB
