There are times in everyone's life when the Gods conspire. I cycled to the Mercedes dealer on my road bike today, to whack down a deposit on a little sedan, then cycling down the hill on my road bike at about 25 mph, I changed up and all hell broke loose.
There was a loud crash from the back of the bike, and the rear wheel locked up. My superior 'I'm going to die' skills brought the bike to halt, though the shimmying black streak down the road was 10 metres long. My laundry bill will be longer.
The road bike had a new 700c wheel fitted by me yesterday. Not thinking that the disrayliagh limit screws would now be a bit out, off I set at a giddy lick, my head full of the wonders of E-class Einspritzwagens.
There is a fad for removing the 'dork disk' spoke protector on bikes in order to.... to what? Don't!
Cost of dork disk: £3.00. Spoke/chain interface broke one spoke and nearly chewed through the rest. Bike wheel now in hospital for a rebuild. My disrayliagh may be bent.
And, the road was busy. Had I veered under a truck, I would now be writing this to you from The Other Side. My last einspritzwagen would be a hearse.
Love your dork disk.