Forgetting about the clipless moment which I wrote about, which was rather stupid, I’d like to tell you all about the stupidest thing I’ve done on a bike.
I brought a new wheel-set from my LBS and since I don’t own a car, I thought it’ll be best riding them home. So I put the new wheel-set on, tyres pumped back up at the shop, then was about to set off 3 miles to my dads work. I forgot all about how I would get the old ones home. So I sat around for a few minutes with the shop owner trying to find out how to get these wheels home.
We decided that it’ll be best to cable tie them to my backpack. So we put 2 cable ties through my bag handle and through the rim of the wheels.
It seemed secure enough, and I had confidence that it wouldn’t break, so I set off with 2 wheels strapped to my back. The car drivers must of thought wtf was going on. My LBS is at the top of a hill, so going away from it I was going around 30 mph, then there is a lovely 90 degree corner which you can touch around 20mph on.
I went round this corner like normal, but when leaning I suddenly remembered that I had around 2kg of wheels strapped to my back, and they weren’t secured at the bottom of the wheels. This meant they swung around as I leant over. I have never pooped myself as much as that (Apart from nearly crashing at nearly 50mph here)
As for myself, I’d have to say was a particular clipless moment. I was waiting behind traffic at a set of red lights that were taking an exceptionally long time to change. It was early spring which was surprisingly warm and I was wearing a jacket for no apparent reason. I decided it’d be an opportune moment to roll my sleeves up and take a drink.
I grabbed the bottle out of the cage, and as I sipped with it in my right hand, I rolled the sleeve down with my left. As I went to change hands, for no good reason I just brought the right side pedal up to the top of the stroke, and sat on my saddle, bottle in one hand and rolling sleeve in the other.
Cue me leaning to the right and falling, that felt like an age as I slowly tipped over, bottle still in hand. As I figured out what had just happened, I wriggled my foot out of the pedal and managed to scramble up, without spilling a drop of water may I add, and stumble to the side of the road.
In all the confusion, my chain had somehow dropped off and it needed to be put back on. Now, for whatever reason that is unknown to me, I decided not to use the method of using the front mech to push the chain back on and instead use my hands. Bad mistake. The last 5 miles home were done with greasy black hands and getting inside without getting black muck everywhere was more of a challenge than the actual cycling.