It started off nice enough. I made the 14 mile jaunt to work, and found a bi-modal bike/bus commuter friend of mine. We had some coffee, he talked about TdF (ugh) and I talked about plans and goals for August. I ran some errands on bike over lunch. No event.

About 3 miles into my homeward commute, I notice I have a broken spoke on my relatively new road bike. I go to tie it off so it doesn't thrash all over the place and kill my panniers or drivetrain. I ghetto-true my wheel to take up the slack for the missing spoke so I'm not rubbing the brakes. I get home no problem.

I toss the panniers and lights on my hybrid, then take the wheel to my LBS to have them fix it up for me. I get back home, once-over my hybrid, then take it for a 5-mile-long grocery run to make sure the panniers work on it and all that. About halfway home, I notice a broken spoke on my hybrid too. No biggie, I actually have a spare spoke for it, and it's on the non-drive side of the rear so it requires no special tools. I get home and find TWO broken spokes. Of course there had to be two, since I only have one spare spoke.



My hybrid has MTB wheels with city slick tires on it, so I just stole the rear wheel off my MTB and swapped tires. But still. What a nightmare!