Up the creek without a spoke
November 28th 2005 It was 35km from Ancud and I was just coming up to two hours on the bike. I had just reached the top of a little hill and ´pling´... I heard a sound I dread. It´s a hard sound to describe but unmistakable ... the sound of a breaking spoke.
Suffice to say the rest of the day did not go as planned. It had started out so well!
This morning when I first looked out the window it was perfectly
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