Horrible start to the month. Roll the bike out the house ready for work, hear a strange metallic tinkle I've heard before. Sure enough, another spoke on the rear has gone. Very not a happy camper getting to work this morning, and even less so getting home, what with the traffic chaos around Old Trafford.
Given the hassle of getting the bike to
Decathlon for yet another fix (which will only be the second with them, and will probably take another week from when I can get it there), I think I'm just going to take the bike to my local bike shop for a new rear wheel this weekend. Only problem is this weekend is also pay-day... first wage on hand in a bike shop. Could be expensive...