29th December 2014
The Bread Lad and The Boy
29th December 2014 route
Undoubtedly the shortest ride of the year and it was all going so well until my rear wheel bearings collapsed leaving the wheel flopping about like a ten pints to the better imbiber making his way home. We’d left Danby on a crisp morning, all very picturesque, blue skies with a scattering of snow and slogged up Ainthorpe Rigg, the wrong way, against the normal order of things, The Pensioner’s absence meant we were able to do this without any appalled castigation from the rear, although owing to the snow it was predominantly pushing once we left tarmac. All so we could have the pleasure of riding down Crossley Side, something we’ve been threatening to do for years, although picking the coldest day of the winter so far to ride down a rocky descent was not the wisest decision, ice covered sandstone and snowy patches made progress “interesting” but we managed without any major mishaps. Or so we thought. Setting off down Fryupdale, my bike began emitting some disturbing noises from the rear end - being a predominantly male group, disturbing rear end noises are nothing unusual - but these noises lacked a faecal flatulent element, being more of a tortured metal screech, which accompanied by a weaving back end and shouts of “Your back wheel’s wobbling all over” led me to believe something was afoot.
Investigation revealed the tolerance between the rear axle and it’s hub was akin to a spoon stuck in porridge. The back wheel flopping about like spoked jellyfish meant, for me at least, the ride was over and a direct route back to Danby was employed by me and my shimmying rear end. An early lunch in The Stonehouse Bakery made up for the disappointment
Such a shame, the ride had all the makings of a classic day out.
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