Words by Simon Stewart
I rounded a corner and fired right into a shit show: The bike was upside down, the racer was frantic and, from what I could initially see, the drivetrain was properly banjaxed.
“Hey there, patrol here, need some help, buddy?”
He described some sort of derailleur trauma that I couldn’t quite get my head around as I was staring at his twisted metal sculpture. The only thing coming to mind was how the hell he’d managed to get the beans above the frank: The lower pulley was above the upper pulley and the chain looked like a cobra about …read more
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