SloMoJo
January 25th, 2003, 05:57 PM
It was a miracle today.....
I went down to Wompatuck SP today...alone, since my buds Splat and Justbill blew me off. I need some new friends, but that's another story.
Anyway, I'm a little over a mile into my venture. I'm puttering along at my usual 2 mph, and just giving thanks to be alive on such a beautiful day in such a great place. All of a sudden, I hear the "stick in chain" noise, and I brake immediately. I look down to see my chain twisted and my rear derailer busted! I was stunned. How can I break 2 rear derailers in 3 rides at Wompatuck??? Why do the Wompi Gods despise me so????
I was in such complete despair, that I just curled up in the fetal position on the trail to...well...just die. Within minutes, I was hovering above my body looking down on it. Standing next to me was a ghostly figure. I believe it was the Holy Ghost of Nemba. It looked kinda like PK, but much better looking. It leaned towards me and shouted GET BACK ON YOUR BIKE YOU LAZY BASTARD, BEFORE I KICK YOU IN THE ASS! Immediately, I returned to my body with a renew sense of hope.
I quickly bent my chain sort of straight, and cut some links and settled at a 1X4 gear. It worked pretty well on the trail, but any flats was like a spin class. I then put another 14.8 miles down on my new single speed, thereby rescueing a great day of riding.
I learned a couple valuable lessons today.
#1 If the Holy Ghost of Nemba speaks to you...it's best you listen.
#2 I need to carry a spare rear derailer, because there obviously a problem with my riding abilities.
Sincerely,
SloMoJo
ps. Please do not tell anyone this story. They may think I'm crazy. Thanks. ;)
I went down to Wompatuck SP today...alone, since my buds Splat and Justbill blew me off. I need some new friends, but that's another story.
Anyway, I'm a little over a mile into my venture. I'm puttering along at my usual 2 mph, and just giving thanks to be alive on such a beautiful day in such a great place. All of a sudden, I hear the "stick in chain" noise, and I brake immediately. I look down to see my chain twisted and my rear derailer busted! I was stunned. How can I break 2 rear derailers in 3 rides at Wompatuck??? Why do the Wompi Gods despise me so????
I was in such complete despair, that I just curled up in the fetal position on the trail to...well...just die. Within minutes, I was hovering above my body looking down on it. Standing next to me was a ghostly figure. I believe it was the Holy Ghost of Nemba. It looked kinda like PK, but much better looking. It leaned towards me and shouted GET BACK ON YOUR BIKE YOU LAZY BASTARD, BEFORE I KICK YOU IN THE ASS! Immediately, I returned to my body with a renew sense of hope.
I quickly bent my chain sort of straight, and cut some links and settled at a 1X4 gear. It worked pretty well on the trail, but any flats was like a spin class. I then put another 14.8 miles down on my new single speed, thereby rescueing a great day of riding.
I learned a couple valuable lessons today.
#1 If the Holy Ghost of Nemba speaks to you...it's best you listen.
#2 I need to carry a spare rear derailer, because there obviously a problem with my riding abilities.
Sincerely,
SloMoJo
ps. Please do not tell anyone this story. They may think I'm crazy. Thanks. ;)