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We had one of those, but the wheel fell off...
Rob generally goes out for a long ride on Sundays and today he set off on his usual circuit, which generally gets him home at about half-past three.
At about one o'clock I got a phone call - twas he, asking to be picked up. Further conversation revealed that he had been coming round a bend on a downhill, the left brake had ceased to work and there had been a loud bang, which he took to be a tyre blowing out. He was proven wrong about this shortly thereafter when the left side of the fairing hit the floor. When he came to a stop, he found, somewhat to his surprise and consternation, that the left wheel was nowhere to be seen….
Not only was there no sign of the wheel, there was no mobile signal either, so the poor lad dragged the stricken trike onto the grass verge, collected up his valuables, changed into the non-cycling shoes he carries for his cafe stop and proceeded to trek about three miles to the cafe at the Manifold Visitor Centre where the nice lady let him call me to come and rescue him.
So off I trundled in the van, and managed to find him at about ten past two, despite the satnav deciding the best route involved a 13% downhill on a singletrack road…. Having collected Rob, now refuelled by tea and sausage sarnies, we then set off to retrieve Kate the trike and hunt for the missing wheel. Kate we found easily enough and got her stowed in the back. The wheel was far less obvious than you'd expect a wheel to be though. In fact we'd pretty much given up and were going back to the van to move her when I spotted something near the fence, and Kate and her wheel were reunited once more. Except not, because the wheel bolt was nowhere in evidence and she'll need a new one of those before the wheel can go back on properly. But at least it's not a case of buying a new wheel, which would have been a tad more expensive.
On the plus side, Rob wasn't hurt and the trike seems basically intact. I just have to put up with him singing "Two wheels on my wagon.." for the foreseeable future….
At about one o'clock I got a phone call - twas he, asking to be picked up. Further conversation revealed that he had been coming round a bend on a downhill, the left brake had ceased to work and there had been a loud bang, which he took to be a tyre blowing out. He was proven wrong about this shortly thereafter when the left side of the fairing hit the floor. When he came to a stop, he found, somewhat to his surprise and consternation, that the left wheel was nowhere to be seen….
Not only was there no sign of the wheel, there was no mobile signal either, so the poor lad dragged the stricken trike onto the grass verge, collected up his valuables, changed into the non-cycling shoes he carries for his cafe stop and proceeded to trek about three miles to the cafe at the Manifold Visitor Centre where the nice lady let him call me to come and rescue him.
So off I trundled in the van, and managed to find him at about ten past two, despite the satnav deciding the best route involved a 13% downhill on a singletrack road…. Having collected Rob, now refuelled by tea and sausage sarnies, we then set off to retrieve Kate the trike and hunt for the missing wheel. Kate we found easily enough and got her stowed in the back. The wheel was far less obvious than you'd expect a wheel to be though. In fact we'd pretty much given up and were going back to the van to move her when I spotted something near the fence, and Kate and her wheel were reunited once more. Except not, because the wheel bolt was nowhere in evidence and she'll need a new one of those before the wheel can go back on properly. But at least it's not a case of buying a new wheel, which would have been a tad more expensive.
On the plus side, Rob wasn't hurt and the trike seems basically intact. I just have to put up with him singing "Two wheels on my wagon.." for the foreseeable future….