Tuesday, May 15, 2012
I've had my new bike for a couple of months now.
And I'm not far from the 1000 km mark.
Which makes sense because the ride to and from work is ~25 km, and I try to ride 4 to 5 times a week.
Anyway, over the last week or so I've noticed the tell-tale snap-crackle-and-pop in the pedals that has gotten steadily worse and led to an outright wobble going up the hill this morning.
So I stopped in at the bike store on the way home.
No warranty there - I've worn things out because, to use the bike guy's technical explanation I, "like ride a lot, dude".
And, besides, that's just the way it is with factory pedals.
Because they are just fine as long as you don't actually, you know, ride.
Or some such baloney.
Anyway, the upshot was that I bought new ones.
Pedals, I mean.
But, just to be absolutely clear here, I put my foot down and insisted that the bike guy put them on for me, on the spot, so that I could ride home crinkle- and grind-free.
Tough guy, I am.
BTW....The cherished VW (notso)Microbus, which I have been driving way less because I have been riding more, is nearing the end of it's long and well-lived 27 year life...We will be holding a wake when our good friends F. and L. come north to Lotusland to celebrate Memorial Day next weekend...There will be much singing and telling of stories....Especially those involving UFO's over Lake Ozette while camping....More on that later...
Posted by RossK at Tuesday, May 15, 2012