I haven’t been able to do a long ride (60+ miles) in months, so I was pretty excited about getting out today. The sun even broke out late in the morning to push the temperature above 50. I left the house at about 12:30 and ran into Ben a few miles in. He was wrapping up his ride but turned around and rode with me to Benbrook Lake before heading home.
On a recommendation from Ben, my plan was to ride out to Cresson and back for a total of 65 miles or so. 22 miles in I was just starting to get into a rhythm when I heard a loud POP and felt a lot of resistance from the rear brake.
I knew immediately what had happened. The same thing happened to me a few weeks ago when I rode my Zipp 404’s for the first time. I haven’t been cycling long, but I think popping a spoke is a pretty rare occurrence. I bet it’s not uncommon to go years without it happening — but now it’s happened to me twice in as many months.
Anyway, I was pretty frustrated — especially since I was in the middle of nowhere. Fortunately, I had my trusty iPhone 3G and was able to send my exact GPS location to my lovely wife who arrived on the scene with two “helpers” about 45 minutes later. (While I was waiting I knocked out 150 pushups to stay warm).
So the bad news is that both of my wheelsets are now out of commission. But the good news is that statistically I shouldn’t have to worry about popping a spoke for a long time, right? (Or do these things happen in 3’s?)