Jul 11 - lucky man

Sandy went into Sudbury for groceries; I hit the road with my bike.  She beat me home slightly, waving to me on 522 as she passed.

I felt like crap due to this cold/flu.  I actually felt dizzy at times.  As the ride wore on, however, the benefits of physical effort kicked in and I felt better.  Better, that is, until the last 100 yards before the end.  That's when my shifter clicked with no result.  Oh oh self, I said.  I hope that I don't have a broken cable.  I rolled to the car, put the bike in and went home.  I didn't want to touch it until I got it onto the repair stand.  The last time this happened was at the Rocky Mountain and I had a ruined shifter.

Back home, I patiently put the bike on the stand and had a shower.  Calm must prevail here.

Sure enough, the cable was broken, the last strand having given way, it seems, at that moment.

I hooked the brake shut with a cable tie; it was time for careful work.  With a piece of wire I was able to gradually work the rotating mechanism around, moving past the frayed ends and exposing the end of the cable.  With a little more work, I got the butt end of the cable exposed and extracted same with needle nose pliers. 

Whew !! I can't believe that I'd just blogged about replacing cables and housings and then this !  I lucked out this time though and now I'll finish the job, doing all the cables and housings. 

As I was taking a shower, I was thinking: this is why I needed to bring up the Lynskey -- spare parts.  This time, however, I squeaked by.

What else ?  That's all.  That's enough. 

Onward.