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Monday, June 7, 2010
I think I need to evaluate this whole blogging thing and its effect on my ego. As I wrecked today, in that milli-second of slow motion where I watched my front wheel turn under me, and felt my knee grind into the asphalt, my first thought was, "I'm glad I have my camera..."
To call this an accident would be charitable. The fact is, that adding up the pieces makes for an obvious spill.
Dumb thing #1: patching a patch. It's not because I'm cheap, god knows I'm happy to compulsively blow gobs of money on bike stuff. I patch a patch because I'm stubborn. And proud. I like the idea of getting as much life as possible out of a tube as possible. So. Here's what the blow out looks like.
#2 Not really dumb or obvious, but also not the first time this has happened thing: Air expands when it's warm. This morning, in my chilled (50 F?) garage, I pumped the tires on my 747 up to 80 psi. On my commute home it was over 70 and sunny. The streets I was riding on were hot.
So, the air in my tubes expanded a bit. Normally this would not be a problem, but with my cheesy patch on a patch, the pressure was too much. So the patch blew off and all the air escaped at once.
Most fortunately, I was just standing up and leaning into a turn as my front tire blew up -- one of those standing-pedaling power turns. Perfect time for the tire to blow.
Down I went. A couple good tumbles and rolls. And a perfect photo op.
One bent derailleur hanger. One super shanked derailleur. One busted up brake lever. One pebble embedded in palm. One messed up knee. One scraped shoulder. And yet another ripped wool tshirt. That hurts more than any of the other stuff!!
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