Many of you may have heard the curse given as the thread title. Said to be from eastern Europe where interesting times usually meant one invading army or another raping and looting across your territory. This AM the wife and I were headed out on the 101 freeway for a ride when I heard a loud thump and saw the rack with two bikes sitting in the lane behind me. Lightly toasting the tires I stopped and ran back to pull them off the road before the next vehicle came along. The following car diverted over a lane though I was clear in time. As I lugged the mass of bikes and rack back to the car the wife showed me that the two hooked straps supposed to hold the rack to the car had parted together. As I go to the car a CHP officer pulled in behind me, got out and asked, "The rack came off?" Yes. "I'll keep my lights on back here, this shoulder is narrow." Wheels in the rear seat, frames stuffed half into the truck and three bunjee cords holding the lid down. We took the next off-ramp and made it home of the surface roads.
At home I saw my rear wheel, Velocity Synergy rims, 36 14-gage Wheelsmith spokes, and all was badly bent right at the spot the rim had been welded together. Scrap. The LBS would not even give me an estimate for repair as they will have to order a new rim that can meet my needs.
Steam blown off, thanks.