So there I was, merrily peddling home, singing along to some song.
I was just hitting the second hill of the ride home, changing gear when CLUNK.
Yep, I knew straight away.
The cable had snapped.
The rest of the journey was done in the lowest set of gears, legs whizzing around while I crawled along. Luckily a fair bit of the trip is on a downward slope, so I could freewheel some of it.
Too dark to repair it when I got home, but should have enough time in the morning....
I looked at the situation.
Poop. Clearly not repairable without a new cable. Time for Plan B - Number One Son's bike!
As soon as I set off it did not feel right.
I hit a bump and felt the rear wheel rim hit the road.
Well gosh darn it!!!!!!
OK, those are not my exact words. Feel free to imagine the words I used and then make them much worse....
Back at home, stripping off my rucksack and cycling jacket - time for the last resort - the BUS!!!!
Quickly re-equipped, I headed to the bus stop.
Now the road by the stop is an utter mess, a thin road repeatedly smashed by the buses and poorly repaired by the council. Guess what?
They were repairing it again, meaning the buses were being rerouted.
I found the new route after a short walk and waited.
Eventually it arrived, so I hopped on.
The bus crawled along.
A young mother got on with a total brat of a kid, who proceeded to have a massive tantrum for the next 45 minutes.
I took out my notebook and, trying to blot out the sound of screaming child, wrote another scene for my zombie book. Somehow I did not include young mothers and brats in the scene - aren't I good?
Tried to phone work to let them know I was going to be late, but the network was up the creak and I did not get through until I was already half an hour late. Ho hum.
Playing catch up after a crappy journey - my favourite way to spend a morning.
Nearly there - doing this while the copier does my work for me!
Have a better morning than me!