Monday, September 29, 2014. My 66th birthday.
Earlier, I had posted a bike ride on the LWA website to Daniel Boone Homestead, planning once again to ride my age in miles. Nine of us met at the Velodrome and headed southwest on a beautiful, calm, warm and mostly sunny autumn morning.
About twelve miles out, as we were entering the town of Bowers, I hear an unusual noise from a bike behind me, followed by the cry, "Mechanical". We slowly spun around to find out what had happened and to whom. We discovered that Roy Derr had hit a pothole and broken a spoke.
It was his front wheel, a Mavic, the type that has only 18 aluminum spokes. So whether it was because of the wheel design or force of hitting the pothole, the wheel went far out of true. Our designated mechanic, Tim Reilly, immediately took charge. He loosened the front brake to provide more clearance. He attempted to tighten the opposing spokes. He pressed on the rim in an attempt to straighten it. He muttered a few incantations to the wheel. All to no avail.
Meanwhile, Sylvia had phoned the nearest bike shop, The Sleeping Dog, in Topton, where she had purchased her bike and knew the owner. He answered the phone, but the shop was closed on Monday, and besides, he was out on a bike ride.