So I was leading a group of cyclists this morning, and shortly after we got into New Jersey (I know, I know), I was riding toward the back with another guy, the rest of the group was already at the top of the hill, and I hear a "Bang" "Ping" "Clockety clockety clockety clockety" "Oh shit."
One of my spokes had broken, and it was, of course, knocking against the frame of the bicycle. So after figuring out that I had nothing which I could jury-rig a solution for it, I sent the other guy on ahead to try and catch the group.
Another cyclist came upon me and kindly suggested that we should merely break the loose spoke off, which we did. However, I was afraid of fucking the wheel up too badly if I tried doing much riding on it - so I rode back to Manhattan and promptly took the subway from the GWB back home.
What a shame. There were some nice guys on the ride - and it was beautiful weather out, too. And since I was the "leader," I feel bad about ditching, but I didn't really have a choice. Oh well, now I have some spare time to clean my apartment. Whee!
Posted by Jon at April 27, 2003 11:40 AM | TrackBack