A friend of mine came over today and off we went on a ride. It was suppose to be a 25-30 mile easy paced relaxing go where even the wind takes you type ride. Sounds good right? Off we went. We make it about 15 miles to our turn around point. The nut holding on the peddle of my friends bike started backing off really fast (about the only thing I don't carry a tool for).
We limped his bike to the LBS; closed, it is Sunday after all. We went across to our LHS (Local Hardware Store). I was going to buy what ever I could find to get him back on the road. The LHS sees what we are trying to do and brings both our bikes and us into the back room. 15 minutes later we have a new nut torqued on and ready to go. When I asked about price we where told 'don't worry about it' (This is why a lot of people still go in there instead of the new Home Depot 2 blocks away). So now where set right?
Wrong. Now our little adventure has put us 18 miles away from home instead of the 13 we where when we had the problem. No big deal. We start back taking things nice and easy. At about the 10 mile left to go mark my friends peddle comes off again. We do our best but there is nothing we can do. Out in the middle of the country side there aren't a lot of options.
Finally I figure the only thing to do is double time it home, get my truck and come back and pick him up. So off I go. I was surprising my self, keeping about 17+mph and feeling great. Until I was just hitting 3 miles away from my friend (still 7 miles from home). I was slowing down for an intersection even though I had the right of way. I was at about 7mph, coasted threw the intersection and put down my first power stroke to get back up to speed... ...!!POP!!... ...What the heck? I stop and take a look and see that I snapped a spoke in the rear (The other thing I'm not prepared to fix). My rim was bent slightly to the side. There was no 'limping' this home. I started walking. No one answering any of my cell phone calls, and no friends living near by. My house was actually the closest friendly place.
Once I hit the 3 mile mark a friend passed me in his truck turned around and gave me a ride home so I could go get my other friend. I guess I'll be off to the LBS tomorrow. I just had to vent. Feel free to add your own bad day stories if you like.