Bicycle disaster
Myself and Kjetil were going into town at the weekend to meet Laura for a drink, but our travel plans were disrupted when the back wheel of my bike crumpled in half when Kjetil climbed on the back. This was not too surprising since it has been a bit wonky for ages now, having been originally bent out of shape when I got it stuck in a tram rail whilst trying to overtake last summer.
I took the wheel off earlier today and got it straightened out again (by means of sitting it on the edge of the pavement and jumping up and down on it), and all seemed to be well. However, when I was back on it this evening the bike started wobbling even more than before, until eventually there was a crack and the whole wheel split in two. As I tried to push the thing home, the damage got worse; eventually, all that was to be done was to carry the bike on my shoulder. This happened in De Pijp, which is quite some distance from where I live. Why could this not have happened closer to home?
Almost an hour with a big heavy piece of steel over my shoulder, halfway across town, in the middle of the night. Plus a new wheel (or a new bike) to be located or bought, so not a happy sequence of events.
Look at the damn thing!
