Gremlins in the gears?
Halfway through my bike ride, Beatrix went "clink! clank clank clank... CHUNK."
The third or so time I tried to put the chain back on the gears, a ball bearing bounced out.
Well, HELL.
My plan for a short-but-intense workout to get back into things turned into a trek accented with gear grease all over. (I gave myself a bit of a mustache wiping sweat and gnats away from my nose. Loverly.) It's a good thing I hadn't totally worn myself out on Beatrix before she bit it, or walking home would have been a challenge. (It was an indication that I haven't slipped totally out of shape. Yet.)
I've showered away most of the grease (I need to tackle underneath my nails a bit), and Andy will look over Beatrix tonight and see if he can fix her without taking her to the Bike Shop. Until then, the ducks at the park will be seeing me more often. No more "eh, I'll have a third cuppa coffee and just ride a bike for a bit..."
Right then. Lunch, then work. And hope Ruby doesn't take after her little sister.
The third or so time I tried to put the chain back on the gears, a ball bearing bounced out.
Well, HELL.
My plan for a short-but-intense workout to get back into things turned into a trek accented with gear grease all over. (I gave myself a bit of a mustache wiping sweat and gnats away from my nose. Loverly.) It's a good thing I hadn't totally worn myself out on Beatrix before she bit it, or walking home would have been a challenge. (It was an indication that I haven't slipped totally out of shape. Yet.)
I've showered away most of the grease (I need to tackle underneath my nails a bit), and Andy will look over Beatrix tonight and see if he can fix her without taking her to the Bike Shop. Until then, the ducks at the park will be seeing me more often. No more "eh, I'll have a third cuppa coffee and just ride a bike for a bit..."
Right then. Lunch, then work. And hope Ruby doesn't take after her little sister.