cycling for my (in)sanity


I was actually in a good mood when I left home in the morning for a short bicycle tour. Because it was a quick tour the only things, I took with me, were my keys, power bank (to use the energy I was producing), and cell phone. But after just a few km, something started to rattle. So I stopped, but could not find anything. Shortly later, I wanted to check again since it was only getting louder.

So I clicked out of my pedals, stopped, and by some wrong movement clicked back in:

By the way, the placement of those spd-things in my shoes seems to be better now. If I even click in by accident…

Well, anyway, after I got myself and Charlotte standing up again I found the culprit of the rattling: it was the back fender. One screw got loose:


And of course, its the one the hardest to reach and I did not take any tools with me. So I was forcing my fingers between tyre and fender and turned that screw as well as I could. Which did hold for about 1km… until my fingers had to get in there again… And that lasted for 7 or more km. I was losing my patience really fast… and skin on my fingers:


It hurts worse than it looks. So instead of coming home relaxed, I came home angry and in pain. With some tools, I hope the screw is fixed now, but just in case, I will bring them on my next tour… no matter how short it is. ๐Ÿ˜‰

After getting myself some chocolate, I am happy to report I am feeling pretty well again. ๐Ÿ˜‰ I hope you all have a better day than me!

And If you are ever seeing some fellow bicyclist at the side of the road doing something at his/her bike, why not ask if you could help, even during a pandemic?

The only friendly bicyclist was the one seeing my embarrassing fall, asking if everything was alright. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Take care, stay safe, healthy, and helpful

your Fairy

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