Pleasant night last night with the properly running furnace. Camped beside Bill, Susan and their 2 boys, Burk and Bing. They had early departure plans today and were going to ride right after breakfast. I had dressed in bike clothes right from bed but I was not prepared to leave as early as they intended to. Quick, like a person who doesn’t want to hold anyone up, I prepared myself and the bike for a ride. Fact: I have many years over them and the spry has thickened. Sheesh, we headed out at a pace right from the get pedal that tore at my cold body. We were riding the N side of the N Klondike trail system which is lots of slick rock, the bulgy kind.
I stayed in close proximity sometimes right on Mama bear’s wheel. We topped out then began a spirited descent with me in the back sometimes picking “safer” lines. Both are on 29nrs which roll over things better than my 27.5 wheels. Their pull caused me to ride more aggressively while treating my bike with respect. Then came the sound of a loud crack heard by both Bill, who was 30 feet away, and Susan a bit closer. I must have lofted a drop then landed full force on the rear wheel on a rock. I heard a crack which was not a chain slap. Hmm… better check out the bike. I heard hissing which said Stans sealant was leaking from the tire, maybe a pinch flat. I sought the source of the hiss and discovered a crack / crush of the carbon rim. I had hit the rock hard enough to crack the carbon rim. And the tire still had enough air to gingerly negotiate the remaining ride over rocks. Bill offered me the use of a wheel till I got a replacement except my wheel and frame are old school non boost. I pumped the tire to 2 psi more than I ride to perhaps protect the damaged rim and put it back on the van.
So, now I am in great riding and weather with a damaged rear wheel. I set about obtaining a healthy wheel. I called a bike shop in town and asked if they rent wheels, no I was told and they were not aware of another shop doing so.
I looked up IBIS cycles, the makers of the rim. I called and left a cut off message with no phone number. I fired up my laptop and went to their web site. It came up and the phone rang. It was an IBIS person who told me how to contact warranty for replacement rim. Shortly after my email cleared my computer I received an answer. We fussed the details thru several emails for me to become part of the official warranty replacement process. Poison Spider in town is the authorized dealer that I need to deal with. Tomorrow I stop by the shop for them to examine the rim and start the warranty process. I learned I am able to buy a carbon rim and that the shop has experience with relacing an I 9 Torch hub. Could not get a shipping date myself.
I contacted I 9 about delivery of my new wheel being built. Ship schedule is early Dec. I emailed my inside contact as I wanted to buy just a carbon rim from them and ship it to me. The new rim is not compatible with the past model Torch hub. David said he would call in a favor for an earlier ship date. He said the new wheel might go out this week arriving early next week.
It’s just money. I learned that because of covid the requirement of with drawing from my 401k the minimum amount has been waived shifting my funds back to my house fund. It’s just $, I need to stop raiding it while I can still afford a single wide trailer.
Full on sunshine today until the sun dropped behind a nearby hill causing the temp to drop to long sleeve shirt. Will shut the door shortly. Chilly at night but shorts during the day.
Election still not decided. From my information and opinion I am just so flabbergasted that so many people voted for a man who is mostly against their benefit.
Where I am sleeping. Above me is start of N Klondike trails.
Trails here are still no ebikes but the no ebike stickers have been torn from the trail markers. Trailforks reads no ebikes and the big official kiosk signs remain intact. Yet I have been told of ebikes on said trails. So if the man at the top is a law and order guy who can get away with breaking laws what is a little poaching of banned trails?
I want to be passed by a rider earning their turns rather than one who buys them.
Reading Jesse Walter’s new book, Cold Millions. Bit of a fistful about the early days of labor organizing. Us today are coasting on their coattails. Back then, like today, people who speak up are put down and put away. Speak against the man and incur the wrath of the monied people who want us kept down.