So I found my lockring, attached it and went riding, now here it is, in all it’s glory, straight back after it’s maiden voyage as the ‘silver shadow’.
We went on a lovely 30 or so miler yesterday evening with Hardysan on his brand new and totally luscious Parlee. It was a beautiful ride in the evening sun around West heath, Blackwell, Wythall, Lickey hills and then some… I tell you, it was probably the most hills in succession I have ridden round these parts. Not bad training for a european excursion, perhaps do the route 3 times on an empty stomach, with a rucksack on and flat tyres, I’m sure that’d be training enough.
It was all gravy until I reached about 5 miles from home and 30 minutes before the World Cup final began, when I heard “crunch, click, crunch, click, clunk, click”. Strange, so I looked down and to my horror I noticed that the noise that had been coming from the rear of the bicycle for the past few weeks was indeed what I thought it might have been… A knackered freewheel. Damn thing had pretty much fallen off and it was now refusing to engage and turn the wheel.
I had known something was up since I got these wheels, A clunking every now and then when spinning at high revs, but until something broke I had no idea what it was exactly, thankfully it chose to fail in relative walking distance from my home.
Next up it’s a relentless hunt for a 6 speed block and preferably Regina!