I Broke My Bike

More accurately, the axle of the front tire.

Saturday I was going to ride the Old Croton Aqueduct trail, and this time ride the up the hill. When I put my Trek 3500 in my car, I have to take off the front tire for it fit. The first time I did this my brother, Brian, said that when I put the tire back on, it should spin without any noise.

I'm in the parking lot, and each time I put the tire on, it's making a rubbing sound. It became frustrating because I took it off and put it back three times. The last two times, cars were driving by and I had to wait so I could listen.

I decided to put on my shoes, and then make another attempt. I said out loud, "Last time and I'm going riding no matter what." Tightening the bolts, I started to push the locking lever down, and it didn't get far before it resisted. I kept the pressure on and SNAP!

Loudly proclaiming "F*CK!" I picked up one of the broken pieces. There was no way for me to fix it there.

Sitting on the bumper of my car, taking off my shoes, I though I'll take it to Danny's Cycles on Sunday since I'm going food shopping at Trader Joe's.

Today, I brought the tire and the pieces down to Danny's and 10 minutes later, it was fixed. I kicked myself (figuratively) for not doing it on Saturday.