For as long as I've been riding and driving, it's bothered me to drive to the shop when I have a spoke, hub or rim issue. Not that I dislike driving; I just like riding a lot more. I may have carried a wheel once by hand, but other than that it's been next to me in the passenger seat.
After breaking a spoke at the end of yesterday's workout, I dutifully wrote down all the information on my rim and rode over to the shop. There was a box of miscellaneous black Ksyrium spokes, a box of miscellaneous silver Ksyrium spokes and a bag of unmarked spokes that looked like Ksyrium spokes. None were marked with anything that might match the info on my wheel. Tomorrow morning's sprint workout was looking mighty unlikely.
So I rode home to take another look at the third wheel on a bike problem. I thought my frame might be big enough that a wheel could be zip-tied in the main triangle. A 60cm frame should be able to accommodate a 70cm wheel. Right? Wrong. The extra 10cm is more like 15cm with tires and there's just no way to make it fit.
So I rested the wheel on my handlebars to think a bit and voila! A heavy duty zip tie by the stem held it tight and the hoods supported the weight. Once I got over the urge to chase down Klingons, it worked beautifully. I did pass a guy riding a bike with a canoe paddle. He couldn't take his eyes off the wheel. I think I completely ruined his ride.
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