{"id":200,"date":"2006-06-10T19:11:20","date_gmt":"2006-06-11T00:11:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/auroralux.net\/blog\/2006\/06\/10\/the-chain\/"},"modified":"2006-06-10T19:11:20","modified_gmt":"2006-06-11T00:11:20","slug":"the-chain","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/fhmiv.net\/blog\/2006\/06\/10\/the-chain\/","title":{"rendered":"The Chain"},"content":{"rendered":"

The bicycle chain<\/a> is an amazingly device, efficiently transferring power from one direction to another when run over a set of sprockets. <\/p>\n

My last bike ride before today’s adventure was commuting to work on Monday. I spent my week at business development activities for my job, partly demonstrating our products at a booth of a local trade show, and the rest of the time visiting a potential customer in another state. After a slowly crazy half-day of travel on Friday, when I was wasting time at the mercy of Delta Airlines, and could have been home for two and a half hours by the time I arrived at home, if only I’d driven instead of flown, I awoke around 7 AM today. <\/p>\n

It was another of those days I knew I was going on a ride, no internal debate to enhance my motivation was necessary. I jumped out of bed and got all my stuff together, figuring I’d ride up to meet the group ride leaving Patriot’s Park at 8 AM. It took me a few minutes longer than I expected to get ready and leave, because I got halfway down my street and realized I’d forgotten my gloves. I hammered my way up William Few Parkway to the designated meeting location; I arrived with only twenty seconds to spare, but those rides rarely leave on time so I knew no one had left without me. <\/p>\n

I was not greeted at the park by the usual sight of cyclists preparing for the saturday morning ride ritual. No, instead, I was greeted by a nearly-empty parking lot. There were two other vehicles present, and I suspect one of them had been there overnight. The only activity at the park this morning was someone exercising their greyhound on one of the baseball diamonds. <\/p>\n

I waited till five minutes after the hour, then headed off on my own. Later in the day when I was dropping my injured bicycle off at Chain Reaction, Phil told me he pulled in to Patriot’s Park at 6 minutes after 8, and that must have been me he saw riding off by myself. <\/p>\n

Yes, I did say “injured bicycle.” I had a great ride<\/a>, and thought a lot about how a nice, hard bike ride is a great way to feel back at home after a quick business trip. 2.26 miles<\/a> from home I was feeling nicely worn out and looking forward to being home, having a snack, and playing with Elizabeth, when going up a hill I noticed a strange clicking noise. I listened for a bit and thought it was coming from my pedals. A bit further, I heard a louder clunk and lost my forward momentum. I thought I’d thrown my chain, but when I stopped to put it back on, it was broken! I pulled it out of the drivetrain and put it in one of my jersey pockets, then proceeded to walk up the hills and coast down the hills to get home. <\/p>\n

Regular readers, all two of you, may recall a recent post where I got two flat tires and had to walk home from that, too. Well, this is the second time in two weeks I’ve had to walk home from a bicycle ride! After how many years of riding a bike and never a major incident? What’s going on here? I should ask my mom if Mercury is in retrograde or something. <\/p>\n

So, that’s how my road bike ended up at my LBS for the second time this month, and since they don’t carry campy-compatible chains, I won’t get it back until Tuesday at the earliest, and when I ride tomorrow, it’ll be on the trails! <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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