- Baz -
Active Member
- Location
- Manchester
Had to happen some time...
Friday night. Looking forward to gettting home after a hectic week. Gone about half a mile and had to cross a ped crossing (dismounted). Went to set off and - no forward motion, just a horrible expensive noise from the rear. A large, thin plastic bag is lodged in the jockey wheels. Not a decent M & S plastic bag mind you, but one of those really thin transparent jobbies. Spent an age trying to get the bloody thing disentangled. Sadly, to no avail. The remains of this thing weren't going to move. At all. To make matters worse, the locking force applied to the derailleur had buckled the jockey wheel cage. B*ll*cks. A lot of cursing The Gods and swearing under the breath went on (busy area - bottom of Oldham Road in Manchester if anyone knows it).
So, go back to work, get changed and bus it (which would mean leaving the bike there too) or walk the seven miles? Yes, you guessed. Shanks's pony.
So, plenty of time for musing, among which I wondered what's the furthest anyone's walked home pushing an ailing bike?
PS New derailleur ordered and will be fitted soonest, but it's the bus on Monday for me
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Friday night. Looking forward to gettting home after a hectic week. Gone about half a mile and had to cross a ped crossing (dismounted). Went to set off and - no forward motion, just a horrible expensive noise from the rear. A large, thin plastic bag is lodged in the jockey wheels. Not a decent M & S plastic bag mind you, but one of those really thin transparent jobbies. Spent an age trying to get the bloody thing disentangled. Sadly, to no avail. The remains of this thing weren't going to move. At all. To make matters worse, the locking force applied to the derailleur had buckled the jockey wheel cage. B*ll*cks. A lot of cursing The Gods and swearing under the breath went on (busy area - bottom of Oldham Road in Manchester if anyone knows it).
So, go back to work, get changed and bus it (which would mean leaving the bike there too) or walk the seven miles? Yes, you guessed. Shanks's pony.
So, plenty of time for musing, among which I wondered what's the furthest anyone's walked home pushing an ailing bike?
PS New derailleur ordered and will be fitted soonest, but it's the bus on Monday for me
