Except maybe a broken chain link. What am I gonna do, blow air at it!? YES, my chain broke. There I was skipping over a stormy rock garden when *PING* like a hamster on a wheel... Not a toothbrush in sight.
This is the second time I've scared a chain right off a bike. The third will come later today... A friend told me a vice grip will get them back on, but not so much off. It's all good...I can get them off *PING*, I'm just not so good with back on.
Color me fantastic! I actually had a chain tool with me on the trail. What are the odds? Oddly enough, no allen wrench...again. I didn't guess I'd need it to change a flat, I had no idea I'd be performing an emergency chainlinkectomy right there on Stony Trail.
I quickly surveyed my surroundings and made a mental inventory of supplies. I considered my teeth more than once, but even the thought made my root canal ache. I tried a tire lever, like that's gonna fix anything. A stick. But the darn chain tool ain't gonna twist without an allen wrench.
Don't think I didn't consider dental floss. I thought, if only I could tie the links back together...just to get back to camp. A tube. Those chainless bikes are looking a whole lot more appealing right about now. If only I had duct tape, that cures everything.
Thanks to a well marked map, I quickly bailed on the trail and hoofed it on the street. That way I at least had the downhills. And boy, did I coast them like it was my job and I worked on commission! I blew right past my family parked at the trail head.
The day didn't go exactly as I planned. A little later on we'd be playing a new version of an old classic...Dude Where's My Car Keys? At least I can push my bike when it's not running.
How many links do you think I can remove before it's too short? Four and still counting...
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