Crack, Snap, Can I Have Your Money?!?
I went to the trail with Isyraf and Muhd. Its been months since we went to the trail with Muhd, and barely 5 mins into the trail, a loud crack was heard from my rear wheel and my wheel locked suddenly, causing me to skid to a halt.
Basket! My chain snapped, hooked onto the rear derailleur, went one round, got stuck into the spokes and snapped both the derailleur hanger and one spoke.
This was almost the same thing that happened to my cheap GT, and since there were so many things wrong with it, I bought the Giant I have presently.
Hohoho. Year end bonus came early for the bike shop.
Derailleur hanger: $38
Middleburn 2nd Gear Chainring: $70
XT Chain: $35
XT Rear Derailleur: $80
XT Cassette: $80
XT Brakes: $300 w/o Rotor (I’ve been meaning to buy this for 3 months)
Mavic Spoke + Truing of wheel : $30
Total: $633
Shit! Shit. Shit.
I initially set aside cash for new brakes, but I spent double the budget because of the stupid stock Shimano chain snapping.
AND I still have to spend about $80 for a set of tyres cos both my tyres are about to be as bald as road tyres. AND new grips, about $35.
ARGH!
But you know what? Its all alright. My tuition cash may be gone, my holiday next year may be a little less relaxing, but my bike’s lighter, faster, and smoother than ever before. So I guess that’s priceless.
But now I can’t cycle to work even though I have about 28 more working days. Why? Cos I’m scared of scratching my new brake levers. Shiny XT levers. Woo!
And yes, I do have other passions beside biking. I love speeding in my sister’s Colt. But never again. Cos I almost killed 4 other people in the car yesterday. Stupid L-plate at Ubi didn’t check HER blindspot, swerved out from her lane, causing me to swerve and squeeze between her protruding bonnet in my lane and the car in the next lane at 70kmh. My front seat passenger swore that I was inches from hitting the L-plate. And I could have sworn I grazed the mirror of the car in the next lane.
But thank god, we emerged unscathed. Women drivers. Always telling guys to go slower. That’s cos they’re probably the gonggongs who block the way in the first place. They should tell others including themselves, beware of women drivers.
And last week, this woman taxi driver suddenly just made a right turn at a cross junction when I had the right of way to go straight. The motorcycle in front of me jammed his brakes so hard that his tyres locked and smoked. Luckily my reaction time was alright. I jammed my brakes and I stopped 20 cm behind the motorcycle. The bike’s front actually touched the side door of the taxi. And before the rider could even gain his balance on the bike, the woman sped away. I was too shocked to take her license plate. All I know was that she was a woman and her cab was a COMFORT cab.
And women cyclists on the pavement are a notch better. God knows how they can be so slow yet so adamant that they own the sidewalk and refuse to let other riders pass. Eh, hullo? I’m still faster than your stupid electric bike. Oh, and if I’m meeting a woman cyclist head on, instead of the gonggong keeping to the side of the pavement she goes to the middle of the pavement.
I have to CHOOSE which side to take. I must be a goalkeeper every morning when I ride to work ah? Then there are the times when I veer a certain direction, for example to my left, and from the middle of the pavement, she veers to my left also. Wah, I hate to jam my brakes ok. Each time my Panaracer tyres screech, is money gone. And the other rider can shoot me dirty looks?
Male cyclists are ok. Faster, yet calm, they veer to one side and stay there, if we’re meeting head on. If I say “Excuse me.” They allow me to pass. Likewise, I allow fitter or better equipped riders to pass me, no grudges, no “Aiyah!” and no dirty looks.
DISCLAIMER: Ah, but I digress and over generalise. Not all women cyclists or drivers are like what I said above. Some are alright, and some are even better drivers than the best of us. Oh, and pardon the poor English and spelling in this post. I’m bout to ORD and I don’t give a shit.
Basket! My chain snapped, hooked onto the rear derailleur, went one round, got stuck into the spokes and snapped both the derailleur hanger and one spoke.
This was almost the same thing that happened to my cheap GT, and since there were so many things wrong with it, I bought the Giant I have presently.
Hohoho. Year end bonus came early for the bike shop.
Derailleur hanger: $38
Middleburn 2nd Gear Chainring: $70
XT Chain: $35
XT Rear Derailleur: $80
XT Cassette: $80
XT Brakes: $300 w/o Rotor (I’ve been meaning to buy this for 3 months)
Mavic Spoke + Truing of wheel : $30
Total: $633
Shit! Shit. Shit.
I initially set aside cash for new brakes, but I spent double the budget because of the stupid stock Shimano chain snapping.
AND I still have to spend about $80 for a set of tyres cos both my tyres are about to be as bald as road tyres. AND new grips, about $35.
ARGH!
But you know what? Its all alright. My tuition cash may be gone, my holiday next year may be a little less relaxing, but my bike’s lighter, faster, and smoother than ever before. So I guess that’s priceless.
But now I can’t cycle to work even though I have about 28 more working days. Why? Cos I’m scared of scratching my new brake levers. Shiny XT levers. Woo!
And yes, I do have other passions beside biking. I love speeding in my sister’s Colt. But never again. Cos I almost killed 4 other people in the car yesterday. Stupid L-plate at Ubi didn’t check HER blindspot, swerved out from her lane, causing me to swerve and squeeze between her protruding bonnet in my lane and the car in the next lane at 70kmh. My front seat passenger swore that I was inches from hitting the L-plate. And I could have sworn I grazed the mirror of the car in the next lane.
But thank god, we emerged unscathed. Women drivers. Always telling guys to go slower. That’s cos they’re probably the gonggongs who block the way in the first place. They should tell others including themselves, beware of women drivers.
And last week, this woman taxi driver suddenly just made a right turn at a cross junction when I had the right of way to go straight. The motorcycle in front of me jammed his brakes so hard that his tyres locked and smoked. Luckily my reaction time was alright. I jammed my brakes and I stopped 20 cm behind the motorcycle. The bike’s front actually touched the side door of the taxi. And before the rider could even gain his balance on the bike, the woman sped away. I was too shocked to take her license plate. All I know was that she was a woman and her cab was a COMFORT cab.
And women cyclists on the pavement are a notch better. God knows how they can be so slow yet so adamant that they own the sidewalk and refuse to let other riders pass. Eh, hullo? I’m still faster than your stupid electric bike. Oh, and if I’m meeting a woman cyclist head on, instead of the gonggong keeping to the side of the pavement she goes to the middle of the pavement.
I have to CHOOSE which side to take. I must be a goalkeeper every morning when I ride to work ah? Then there are the times when I veer a certain direction, for example to my left, and from the middle of the pavement, she veers to my left also. Wah, I hate to jam my brakes ok. Each time my Panaracer tyres screech, is money gone. And the other rider can shoot me dirty looks?
Male cyclists are ok. Faster, yet calm, they veer to one side and stay there, if we’re meeting head on. If I say “Excuse me.” They allow me to pass. Likewise, I allow fitter or better equipped riders to pass me, no grudges, no “Aiyah!” and no dirty looks.
DISCLAIMER: Ah, but I digress and over generalise. Not all women cyclists or drivers are like what I said above. Some are alright, and some are even better drivers than the best of us. Oh, and pardon the poor English and spelling in this post. I’m bout to ORD and I don’t give a shit.