It has not been a good month for Floria die Fleddermoose, a.k.a. my commuting bicycle. On the 14th of May, while riding to work, I noticed that there was a distinct bulge in the front wheel that boded poorly. As I had replaced an inner tube on the back wheel the weekend before, I decided to go to MEC to buy some new tires (front and back) that evening. This event went less than smoothly as while I was replacing the old tires at MEC, I broke one of my tires spoons, which meant I had to go back in to buy another tire spoon!
local bike shop to get the wheel trued by a professional. As Montreal is in the rush period for bikes, I got an appointment for next Wednesday.
Last night, my DVD player pooped out on me after more than ten years of faithful service. This morning I rode off to get a new DVD player at the Angrignon Mall. Shortly after leaving with my purchase, I heard and felt a "sproing" noise followed by a rhythmic "tunk-tunk" noise which I associated with "bad bike news". I stopped and saw the following:
CENSORED F1 race that was taking place at that time. Thankfully, I was able to find a taxi to drive me to the bike shop where I was able to share my woes and ask them to order a replacement wheel. Steve (who seems to run the place) was kind enough to let me leave Floria there while awaiting the mechanic's attention.
With the benefit of time and a little perspective, I can see that while I have a certain cause to be annoyed, if not PO'd, there are several upsides to today's woes. First, it happened on a sunny, warm Sunday when there were no demands on my time very near an assortment of means of transportation, including at the worst, a not impossible (4 km at the most) walk home. Secondly, I do have another bike, viz Leonardo. Thirdly, my local bike shop is able to get me a replacement wheel by about Thursday. Fourthly, while it comes at an inconvenient time financially, I have a job that pays well enough for me to able to pay for a new wheel without worry. One of the junior managers at work is a fellow cyclist. From various conversations with her, I have the distinct impression that she makes significantly less than I do as she seems to regard buying one these as a financial hardship.
Memo to self: bring some corroplast to work tomorrow to jobber her some fenders.