I got directed onto a diversion which led me to an odd area. I asked my way and was pointed down a road that was a local road. Spanish local roads are good if you want to do your washing in the back of a car, but no good for my type of bike.
My bike was getting shaken up lots. I stopped to read a map, went to start off and when I tried to get to second a horrible crunch came from below.
I quickly thought it might be the gear box and remembered what the guy the who built the cross-Australia road said to do, I went up the gears so as not to stop the bike. If a gear was stripped, I might be able to ride all the way to help in a higher gear.
Nothing... all the gears seemed shot. The engine seems okay. I am in the middle of nowhere. I have euro RAC, so ring them. It is a laugh because they can´t find me on their maps. they ask for landmarks, but I am at a loss because I really am driving on a little road and am surrounded by shrubs. Nothing. Nada. Nothing but sun.
I check the bike again. Under my panniers I can see the chain is shot. Doh! The steep valley climb and the weight on my bike must´ve taken it too far. My poor little bike couldn´t take it!
Six hours later, two tow trucks and two bike shops later I am in a hotel waiting to see the mechanic tomorrow.
Everything was wonderful and sweet and beautiful and then the bike goes belly up and world goes black. Funny though. I would laugh if it weren´t happening to me. Well, actually I am laughing, but I wasn´t yesterday...
1 comment:
Well said.
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