A little story from Sunday’s ride. Fifeteen of us pushing along approximately in pairs when one of our guys suddenly flies up in the air and down on to the grass verge.
The four behind, including me, ride by and stop 20 yards up the road. Others come to a rapid halt. We turn to look back and as people are crowding round we decide to stay back.
The word comes out our guy is OK and the left crank had come out bringing him down. Lots of all the usual chat. Can we fix it? Is it sheared? That’s the problem with doing your own maintenance! Is he phoning his wife? We can’t leave him here. You can all imagine.
After about ten minutes someone realised the guy who lost the crank wasn’t the guy who came down. Then we realised the guy who lost the crank wasn’t even riding with us.
“We’d better stay and help him” someone said. “We’d better not” was the reply “He’s trying to tighten it back on by hand!!”
After making sure his mate had a phone we all sped off.