Kranji, 78 km. Three things happen today on my bicycle.
1. Tour
guide - ask for opinions about where to go, explain the route and traffic
hazards, lead the way, show the sites. What's that? You didn't fix the wheel like I told you to last time? OK, add
repairman to the mix. My heart sinks when I see "mineral oil". I know caliper, cantilever and V-brakes. I've not had to adjust
hydraulic brakes before, but I manage to.
2. Train - well, kind of. I do a few sprints upslope. With my fat, low
pressure tyres, I can feel the burn.
3. Fix bicycle (mine) - the usual shop I go
to is closed, so I go another one nearby. We argue; he first says my
shifter is broken, because I hardly ride(?!). Then he says it's the
tension. OK i suspected that, though my earlier fiddling didn't make
much difference. Then I borrow a tool, and he raises his voice. He grabs
another tool and tries, then exclaims, "oh, yours is different". Yeah, I
know. Different. Well, at least I'm satisfied my chainring bolts are
secure, though they seem to be freewheeling.
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