Erratum

Arsen would like me to point out that the broken Salsa rim in this photo in all likelihood had a manufacturing fault (an invisible flaw in the aluminium), and that I therefore can’t claim to have broken it myself.

Luckily I get to save face.

I was riding along Queen Victoria Street (back on the Condor) this morning, when there was a sudden loud BANG!! and the steering went all funny. My front rim had blown out.

And I’m rather pleased with myself. There’s a certain satisfaction in wearing a component right down till it breaks – at least you couldn’t have got another two weeks out of it. And I bought the wheel second-hand two years ago, and have been couriering on it ever since, so it’s done pretty well, all things considered. And this means I have a full house – I’ve now broken or worn out just about every part of this bike except the frame. It’s a bit like Trigger’s broom.