Sunday, February 19, 2012
Gone to the dogs
I'm not into chunks of torn flesh from my legs or a torn throat so I head south instead. In broad daylight, I see I've somehow avoided various rods and sticks stuck into the ground when I cycled in the night last week. Just as well I didn't go far in the night: major bridges have been taken out. I suppose it costs less to dismantle them than to maintain them. The "through train" is no longer possible; detours needed to stay on track. No wonder there's only 1 soul around besides me. It's not so fun anymore.
On the bumpy and sometimes muddy ground, I barely make 17 km/h, whereas, on hard packed dirt, 25 km/h is just a cheerful spin.
Tech note: it has been thousands of km since it last happened, but my chain is skipping like a hyperactive kid. And it has been tens of thousands of km since I've heard "thunk" with crank coming to a sudden halt. Chain suck, that sucks! All these are warning sounds that transmission is winding down and expenditure will rise ...