A Momentous Occasion

First, the good news. My new bike has over 1000 miles on it! I rode it for the first time in March. I'm addicted.

Bad news. Today, for no reason that I can really understand, about 12 miles away from where I needed to be, I heard a thunk on my bike. I did not hit anything. I did not run over anything and I was not about to be boarded by pirates.

But a bad sound 12 miles away from "home" sucks. I limped back. By then my rear wheel was so out of true that it very nearly needed a congressional hearing.

I took it to the shop (not where I bought the bike, ironically . . . I'm not talking to them because they are some of the biggest jerks with the worst customer service in the history of customer service. Now, the Touring Cyclist? Awesome. These guys are great. I sincerely wish I could have bought the bike from them, but they don't stock that brand. However, if you are in need of a bike, go see them. They won't BS you, they'll tell you the truth and don't be fooled by their Internet catalogue . . . they carry a ton of fantastic bikes of all makes and models from comfort to the same rig that Floyd Landis has ridden to some pretty good results this year), where they laughed at me because it's the third time I was there this week for, honestly, horrible luck. What did I do? Broke a spoke. How? I don't know.

But I walked out with a repair at no charge (but I bought a bunch of stuff to balance out the bike karma). The staff there is great. And I promised them that nothing would go wrong with the bike for at least a month.

Until I walked out the door and somehow managed to knock the chain off. Heh. As I fixed my little error, they waved to me from the window. On their dry erase board there's 2 to 1 odds that I'll be hit by a meteor tomorrow, which will damage my headest.