On my way to work today I thought I heard a clanging or metalic click. I assumed it was the derailleur and tried changing gears. The sound went away!
So I completed an entire shift of work and decided to put my bike in one of their bike stand to eliminate the noise which I assumed to be creaking.
To my horror I immediately saw some spokes were broken. FOUR to be exact. I put my Sick Kids kit back in the bag.
I managed to get the bike home. This is where having seven bikes comes in handy. Thing was they all seem to have a problem. I pulled out the Le June road bike. Its cheesy model name: The Tour de France.
I wasn't used to the drop bars but I made myself ride several Chedoke/Herkimer laps. Each of these is like 2km, but I was afraid to ride too far from home in case the tires which hadn't been ridden in a couple years got a flat. Luckily I had an audio book playing on the bluetooth: Angels and Demons by Dan Brown.
After about 14 km of these loops I decided to call it a night. My weak arms were tired from holding me in the drop. We'll that day sucked!