A cat has 7 lives, how many does my bike have? And will the guys here be as good at fixing me as they are in fixing my bike if I crash myself instead of the bike?
This spring me and Susi went home a day earlier from Tessin because my rear dérailleur broke, well, here in the country of no spare parts it broke again, and I noticed that I lost a spacer which should sit between the bottom bracket and the crank set.. but the next day I'm back on the bike again. Argentinian magic.
I don't know why I was never really worried. If it's because have a bit of a relaxed approach to things, taking days as they come, riding or not. Or if it's because I'm starting to believe in magic.
It's just that I think that the occational few days off biking while waiting for spare parts to be delivered are sometimes keeping me alive...
Back on the downhill trail I now managed at least one landing. There are some talks about a guy who will shuttle you and your friends the whole day for 200 ARS, but we didn't get a hold of him, so pushing the bike up the trail was our shuttle for today. On my all mountain bike I could even pedal some parts of it. I think the European way of doing it with a downhiller would have been staying at home. However Ale and Teby didn't complain pushing their super heavy downhillers up the hill.
The next day same spot but different group. Now we're up for some pedalling. My legs start to get a bit tired. I don't really remember last time I really gave them a day off... I completely kill myself the first few minutes...
Tomorrow is weekend, I might have managed to get Ale and Teby to join in the all mountain gathering, and for the afternoon the 200 peso guy should be around. Let's see what happens. All I know about tomorrow is that it will be different from today.
This spring me and Susi went home a day earlier from Tessin because my rear dérailleur broke, well, here in the country of no spare parts it broke again, and I noticed that I lost a spacer which should sit between the bottom bracket and the crank set.. but the next day I'm back on the bike again. Argentinian magic.
I don't know why I was never really worried. If it's because have a bit of a relaxed approach to things, taking days as they come, riding or not. Or if it's because I'm starting to believe in magic.
It's just that I think that the occational few days off biking while waiting for spare parts to be delivered are sometimes keeping me alive...
Back on the downhill trail I now managed at least one landing. There are some talks about a guy who will shuttle you and your friends the whole day for 200 ARS, but we didn't get a hold of him, so pushing the bike up the trail was our shuttle for today. On my all mountain bike I could even pedal some parts of it. I think the European way of doing it with a downhiller would have been staying at home. However Ale and Teby didn't complain pushing their super heavy downhillers up the hill.
The next day same spot but different group. Now we're up for some pedalling. My legs start to get a bit tired. I don't really remember last time I really gave them a day off... I completely kill myself the first few minutes...
Tomorrow is weekend, I might have managed to get Ale and Teby to join in the all mountain gathering, and for the afternoon the 200 peso guy should be around. Let's see what happens. All I know about tomorrow is that it will be different from today.
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