Nothing ever goes to plan for me in the run-up to a big event and this year is no exception. Next Sunday is the Tour of Cambridgeshire (100 miles this year) and so training for that should have given me an excellent opportunity to bag a few more Lunacy rides in the weeks beforehand.
However my planned 65 miler two weeks ago got abruptly stopped just 10 miles in when a spoke broke in my back wheel. Managed to coax the bike to the nearest station to get a train home (luckily was on my commuter line so could use my season ticket) and then dropped it in to the LBS to fix with the intention of picking it up the next weekend, when I had a 70 mile sportive in my schedule.
That also didn't go ahead. A health issue on the Thursday night saw me end up staying overnight in hospital (turns out it was a false alarm, but still not a pleasant experience) and I really did not feel like doing anything that weekend - managed to pick the bike up from the shop and ride it home 10 miles, but just that distance absolutely wiped me out. So with two opportunities missed, I knew I had to get a big ride in this weekend. Planned to do 80 miles and picked the most unethically flat route I could find in this area - just two semi-challenging hills - and set off.
Twelve miles in and I notice that my left foot is moving around way too much in the pedal - however it's a different kind of lateral movement to what you'd expect if the cleat was loose. Look down and find that the crank is barely hanging on to the frame and within a few hundred meters, it's not on the bike at all! My left shoe has a pedal attached to it, but it's not connected to anything else! This did happen to me a few times before about two years back (when I had toe cages on the bike), but stopped about the time I moved to SPDs. Annoyingly, for ages I'd carried around the right sized Allen key with me to fix it in case it came back, but as it never did, when I changed out my saddle bag a few months back, I didn't bring it with me from then on.
Emergency call to the wife to ask her to drive out to me with the correct sized key (thankfully she knows where in the garage I keep my tools) and I try to ride single footed to the next village (luckily it was mainly flat/downhill) to make it easier for her to find me. Whole thing from the pedal falling off to me getting it back on was about 45 minutes, but at least I got a bit of rest and a bite to eat (maybe a tad earlier than planned, but hey).
After that, the rest of the ride did go fairly smoothly, although I did re-tighten the crank every 15-20 miles or so - usually required about a quarter turn of the key, so clearly the problem is still there, but I'm able to work around it for now with regular breaks.
Crossed off "Y" in the ABC challenge by going through Yarnton and got a few extra tiles in the VeloViewer challenge by going down some interesting dead end lanes around the village of Wytham (had to take a few odd cyclepath routes to get there), including trying to weave my way through a wedding party that was walking between church and their reception venue a few hundred yards down the road. Then headed back home via Oxford and Thame - was out for about seven hours total.