ScotiaLass
Guru
At lunchtime me and the 19yr old, who has been using Rambo( full suss Saracen MTB)since I got Priscilla, decided to go for a ride.
We decided on the 15 mile route and set off. We were about 5 miles in, on the canal towpath heading to the Falkirk Wheel, and were going up an incline at Lock 6.
I changed down a gear and stayed seated and the lad stood up on the pedals and kept the same gear.
He was slightly ahead of me, by a half a bike length.
I thought he had changed gear but the sound was way too loud for the gears mashing and was a horrendous crack! He stopped abruptly and I edged ahead but braked, as I knew something was wrong.
Now, I don't know the technical terms for bike parts, so I hope this makes sense!
The back wheel had come off. But not just off, the part behind the cogs had sheared off the wheel!
There was a bold type thing on the ground and the bearings were rolling about the path!
I told him to go wait up ahead (behind the high school) where he could sit on a wall, and I'd cycle home and get the truck and meet him.
I bombed it back home in record time, jumped in the truck and headed off to get him.
He seemed surprised I had got back that quickly....I thought I was slow!!
We brought Rambo home and well....he's dead....
The bolt or whatever was through here, sheared off...
Poor, poor Rambo!
He was a good age
We decided on the 15 mile route and set off. We were about 5 miles in, on the canal towpath heading to the Falkirk Wheel, and were going up an incline at Lock 6.
I changed down a gear and stayed seated and the lad stood up on the pedals and kept the same gear.
He was slightly ahead of me, by a half a bike length.
I thought he had changed gear but the sound was way too loud for the gears mashing and was a horrendous crack! He stopped abruptly and I edged ahead but braked, as I knew something was wrong.
Now, I don't know the technical terms for bike parts, so I hope this makes sense!
The back wheel had come off. But not just off, the part behind the cogs had sheared off the wheel!
There was a bold type thing on the ground and the bearings were rolling about the path!
I told him to go wait up ahead (behind the high school) where he could sit on a wall, and I'd cycle home and get the truck and meet him.
I bombed it back home in record time, jumped in the truck and headed off to get him.
He seemed surprised I had got back that quickly....I thought I was slow!!
We brought Rambo home and well....he's dead....
The bolt or whatever was through here, sheared off...
Poor, poor Rambo!
He was a good age
RIP Rambo.....cue mournful Ennio Morricone tune
