Single And Loving It was the title an editor of Competitor Magazine gave to an article I’d written on riding a single-speed mountain bike. Throngs of babes were instantly stalking me on the trails (not true). When I rolled out to ride this morning on the still wet streets of San Clemente my shifting was dead.
Completely. No green light, no flashing green light, no red light.
Hmmm… I know it’s charged, was green on Tuesday, the last day it was dry. I checked all the wires. Unplugged and plugged in the battery. Nada.
Whatever, it was in the 34/17 and would be fun to mix it up. Ride on!
The massive variations of leg speed while stuck in one gear make riding very interesting. It’s was a gloriously nostalgic change up for me.
Spinning like an electric egg beater, slogging up hills with back muscles fully engaged.
I loved it.
Must have knocked a screw loose too… because I remembered that yesterday I’d driven out to visit some customers with my bike inside the car – on top of boxes! Shifter must have been pressed in the process. DOH!!!
Protect your shifters padawan.