• Well, the Holdsworth's rear wheel blew out a spoke 6 miles from home, the wrong side of the Chilterns, natch. Cue much walking up and down hills as the rim went well taco and had to release the caliper and slack the axle so I could at least push-ride on the flats rather than shoulder it to stop the tyre fucking the chain-stay.
    Had a spoke key so ordinarily (ha!) would have done a bit of slacking off to true (false?) things to get home, only to discover most of the nipples were well and truely rounded / seized.
    Long (boring) story short, there are lots of pubs (at least four) on the way home, which would have made things less shit if they were open. And I need a new rear wheel, as on inspection, the rim is also past its best.
    Fun times.

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