I headed out with the intention of doing a 30 mile route today. Because of the Raleigh being still part dismantled I had to use the knockabout bike this time.
It started off well with light winds and warm weather (after torrential rain earlier - I got soaked walking the dog) and I had a swift ride through Condover, Ryton, Longnor, and round the back of Leebotwood before turning towards Cardington. The climb over to Cardington (marked as Folly Bank on the map) is a good one going up to 866 feet but today I fairly breezed up it.
A rest at the top was most welcome before enjoying the almost 30mph descent into Cardington.
Cardington
The Royal Oak
The Church
Little did I realise how soon I'd be back at this phone box.
After Cardington I headed down the road through Gretton with the intention of heading in the direction of Hughley but unfortunately today it was not to be. About 1/2 a mile past Gretton there was a pop from behind me. "Oh you are kidding me" says I and stopping at the road side, as I feared there was a broken spoke and my rear wheel is binding slightly on the brakes.
I've had this before so I decide to nurse the bike back home. It's a bit further to carry on, but flatter so I carry on. About 200 yards further on there is another pop and the brake is now noticably binding. There is no need to ask what it is this time.
Okay, no problem, just disconnect the back brake and continue. I've ridden with 2 spokes broken before and it'll make it home as long as I go slowly.
About 200 yards further on there is a third pop.
The back wheel is now binding on the frame and is effectively unrideable. "Blast!" says I, or possibly words to that effect and I reach for my mobile to call for help... No signal. Of course there isn't, it is not that kind of day is it? I now only have two options. Retrace my steps to the phone box in Cardington or walk home. I don't fancy walking 12 miles with a bike whose wheel won't turn properly so it's Cardington.
That doesn't look right!
So for the first time that I can recall, I had to phone for my Dad to come and get me. At 39 that is an embarrasing prospect and I feel I have let you all down.