twentynine inches • one gear • zero travel

Saturday morning, about 1º, wet, gray, in other words not a day many would swing on the bike to roll in the mud. Well, it was pulling me out there anyway. Left Biel on my usual way up into the hills and climbed to Evilard, where my ride came to an early end. The six bolts that hold the front rotor thought it was too cold and made an attempt to jump off. I noticed in time, but without a Torx spanner my ride took a shortcut back down on the road into Biel. So much for the idea to reach the snow. Zoom

Saturday morning, about 1º, wet, gray, in other words not a day many would swing on the bike to roll in the mud. Well, it was pulling me out there anyway. Left Biel on my usual way up into the hills and climbed to Evilard, where my ride came to an early end. The six bolts that hold the front rotor thought it was too cold and made an attempt to jump off. I noticed in time, but without a Torx spanner my ride took a shortcut back down on the road into Biel. So much for the idea to reach the snow.