|They're always oppressing me
||[Nov. 17th, 2008|02:56 pm]
The bike shop called to tell me they managed to un-pretzel my frame. I actually had help breaking it for a change. I was walking past Lee behind him in the parking lot and he started walking backwards and tripped over my bike. He bent up my wheel badly. Enough so that I had to bang it against the curb to straighten it enough to ride.
I didn't realize till this morning, partway to work that it was the *frame* that was bent.
I turned around and went home at that point, called my boss and told her I would work from home Friday.
The truly sad part is we were all stone sober, just hanging around in the QFC waiting for people to finish up.
My rear triangle looked a bit like this:
That's why Ben (who was trying to help me fix it) kept muttering about my wheel dish being off. The frame is off, not the wheel. But we couldn't see it in the dark.
The thing that gave me a chuckle was what the bike shop said when they called to tell me my bike was done.
Mechanic: "You know the rear wheel is unsafe, the braking surface is totally concave."
Me: "No no no, I've got 1.8mm of rim left, that's at least 0.8mm more than minimum safety margin."
I did end up assuring her that I had decided to swap the rim regardless. Between Lee falling on it, the fact that it has had a lot of braking surface worn off and other things, it's probably time to change it. It doesn't hurt I have a spare rim to hand to do it with, so I don't even have to go buy anything.
 Yes, I actually have a caliper just for this.