Bury Your Bike

I'm hanging out in the land of republican stickers, urban sprawl, and angry drunks this week. thats right, jacksonville. just cause your from a place doesn't mean you have to particularly love it. thats def the case for me and dirty duval. i did have a good time today though, even with some issues. I headed downtown today for the Bury Your Bike alleycat put on by Zombie bikes, a nonprofit coop bike shop on main st.

There it is.

Anyway, i'm heading out to the start in my truck (yes, this was annoying, but jax is so sprawled you can't just ride to an alleycat. the traffic is also horrendous.) and i'm about half way there when i hear a ping and some pops come out of the clampett and then she shuts off.

Explaination- this is pretty common for the clampett to do, shut off randomly, so its not something that really stresses me out. i carry a bike in the bed nearly everywhere and i paid $200 dollars for the beast. it is what is is.

so, i pilot the old girl to the side of the road and crawl under the hood to see whats up. belt gone. nnot really all gone, a good bit is wrapped up in the various pulley wheels and whatnot of the engine. nice. it takes me a while to cut all the crap out of the engine and splice the battery cables bac together, but i get it done. i also have a new belt in the truck but i dont like to replace things until they fall off, so this worked out perfectly. new belt installed, she cranks right up and off i go. like i said, this sort of thing happens every two weeks or so, no big deal. shes old and can be fixed cheaply, unlike all the new shit rolling around.

i get to the race in time for the start and quickly realize what i forgot to do. change my gear! im still running 32-17 on the mtb, and am quickly spit out the back of the lead group, dangling in no mans land for the rest of the race. 10 place i think. it doesn't matter. the jumps alex built on the side of the building were more fun anyways. check out the wallride/hip.

im tired.

dano out.