A few weeks ago I posted about how a spoke on my wife's road bike
spontaneously snapped at the point where the spoke met the nipple. This
started a long thread about defective spokes, and which eventually
devolved into a technical pissing match replete with name-calling.
Tut-tut, I say. Let's show some manners! We are cyclists, the gentlemen
of the roadways.
But, in the spirit of full disclosure, I must confess that I hadn't
investigated the problem more fully. For if I had done so, that whole
regrettable mess might have been avoided.*
Had I been wearing my reading glasses when I was studying the wheel, I
might have noticed that the spoke was intact: it was the nipple that had
failed. Split in half. The nice young man at the LBS pointed out
several others that were also splitting. "Aluminum nipples," he said.
"Salt air tears them up."
I blamed innocent spokes and feel terrible about it.
-- mike elliott
* Of course, the accurate description of the problem may very well have
simply started a different, equally acrimonious, pissing match.