Well I suppose it was inevitable really...
Thursday night, out for a spin on my fixed cog, climbed out of my street, at
the top on the flat I went for the brake and bugger, the cable was out of
the lever. (I think it came adrift cos the QR had undone itself, seems OK
now after a bit of adjustment).
So, no bother, a bit of backwards resistance stuff and we stopped, tried in
vain to get the cable back in but it was difficult, without a spanner to
loosen it off so I turned and headed back for home, only 5 mins away, down
the big hill....
Why on earth I decided to ride back down the next road to mine, which is
hard enough to walk up, I dunno. Anyway the bike picked up speed horribly
fast, the ninety degree turn at the bottom loomed, I tried slowing but at
such a fast speed it was bloody impossible to time the back pressure
properly, then I lost my footing in the LH pedal. Balls to this, thinks I
and I looked for somewhere suitable for a tactical dismount.
A likely looking drive off to the left, with huge soft-looking bushes to
crash into, that'll do it! So in we go, head on with a last-minute turn to
take the impact broadside. Perfect!
I rolled around on the driveway for a bit, then scarpered before anyone came
out. Well, I hadn't damaged anything in the garden so there didn't seem any
reason to hang about, besides I must have looked a right 'nana!
I walked the last three humdred meters home :-0 and checked the bike out; a
wiped out toestrap, a loose crankarm and the brake cable to sort. Luckily,
no damage to anything else, beyond a bit of scuffing on the crank laquer.
Oh, and minor cuts to both my inner ankles...
What fun. I really am old enough to know better...
bfn,
Tony B