Tomorrow I embark on a little adventure that should put me past the metric century mark, starting here at home and riding southwest towards Mercersburg, PA. Googly maps says 72.9 miles if I don’t get lost. And I have one day to do it.
Last night I went for a short 15 mile spin with Ross and noticed that a pad on the rear was dragging. A quick adjustment to the caliper got me rolling again with a mental note to true the wheels today. And I’m glad I did. The rear wheel had 3 loose spokes. As in, I could turn the nipples with my fingers. No tension at all. Yet my considerable mass was able to ride home last night without difficulty. All hail 36 spoke wheels!
I put the B17 on the tourer today. Hope it doesn’t kill me tomorrow.
The panniers are packed with more than I need (I hope) but there are a few things on my list that require a trip to the supermarket, so I’m off. If I’m still alive on Sunday I’ll post an update.