A few years back I flatted climbing up Laurel. Fellow riders assisted in the fix then, a much appreciated action not forgotten. This time around, I climbed all the way up to the resting spot before the last push up to Pilot before stopping. After snacking and hydrating while waiting for the others, I clipped in and pedaled, not realizing the rear ring I was in needed to go grannier. A quick adjustment and too much push resulted in my first chain break ever. Eighteen years of mtb and I experienced a first!
Thank goodness I was riding with a group again, as I didn’t have a chain tool in my pack. I know…
Anyway…a quick lesson from a seasoned mechanic and we were descending Pilot after a few minutes break to take in the view:
The chain held up fine back to the car. I was endorphin poppin’ while loading up and drinking a beer. Except for the switchbacks by the vista that we walked, I rolled ’em all, and navigated the rock garden. Now if I could just make that climb sans problemas!
(P.S.–Climbing Laurel is a zen ride. I “wake up” on that trail from what seems like a non-thinking states of being while turning the pedals.)