Oh, and my other least-fun moment. Having returned to London after my first ever 300k Audax (also my first ever Audax and my first ever 300k ride), which started at 3am so I'd had no sleep the night before, having to ride through the West End, up Charing Cross road, at 11 on a Saturday night. By that point I could hardly walk, let alone ride. Coming up past Leicester Square cursing like a madman with legs that killed me, 3 spokes snapped and jammed themselves through the drivetrain. Fortunately I managed to bend them out of the way and carry on, slowly. In pain.
Oh, and my other least-fun moment. Having returned to London after my first ever 300k Audax (also my first ever Audax and my first ever 300k ride), which started at 3am so I'd had no sleep the night before, having to ride through the West End, up Charing Cross road, at 11 on a Saturday night. By that point I could hardly walk, let alone ride. Coming up past Leicester Square cursing like a madman with legs that killed me, 3 spokes snapped and jammed themselves through the drivetrain. Fortunately I managed to bend them out of the way and carry on, slowly. In pain.