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Christine or Cybil or Both

Hey Hey and a Big G'Day Toya After an awesome day in class with the kids it was time for my afternoon bike ride. With shiny new gears and small cogs I set my front wheel in the direction of yesterdays ride. For those of you who have read yesterdays entry about the rat and my bike gears falling apart many hours into the mountains and rice fields are going to love this one! Remember the following paragraph...... What is the worst sound a bike rider can hear? </b> </b> Most would say the whooshing sound of escaping air from a tyre. Wrong! Some would say a truck a few centimetres away. Correct but luckily for me it wasn't that. So what would the next thing be? Maybe a crunching sound from the rear wheel followed by your back wheel locking up and then more crunching sounds then your back wheel moving again. The sound was my gear box falling apart and the two little cogs coming free releasing the springy 'bar thing' and it getting jammed into the</b> gears. Well, you wouldn't dream of it happening twice would you, let alone two days in a row. I was half way through my evening's ride which is basically the same ride as yesterday but not as far into the mountains when I stopped on a favourite bridge for some water and to rest while listening to the river running happily below me. This is the stage where I am about to go up and around the mountain to get to the next set of villages. As I took off and began the first climb I heard the same horrid sound as yesterday afternoon. Thinking it was only stones trying to get through my mud filled 'mud guards' I tried my hardest to press on until I came to a complete stop. My bike was going no further! I got off and for the life of me couldn't figure out why I couldn't push my bike any further. I then looked at the rear wheel expecting to see something stuck between the spokes and the bike frame and what did I see, two small cogs lying amongst the stones. At first it didn't click what they actually were until I looked at the gearing. There was that same springy 'bar thing' jammed in my gear cogs. After picking the pieces from the ground I said FAAAAAARK! And then began my long haul home through the mud until I got to the next village. I almost expected to see my buddy from yesterday come from his home with a length of rope ready to tow me half way home. No such luck. But I did have some luck, this time I could ride with a slackened chain. Problem was that the gears continually jumped up and down like multiple personalities. I'm now torn between naming my bike Christine and Cybil. I couldn't stop laughing when the first thing Joyce said was 'You've killed your bike again haven't you!' The tally so far for this bike is five pedals, one chain and now two sets of gears I think I need a sponsor!

PS: words can't explain the look on the faces of the people at the bike shop when I arrived covered in mud for the second everning. This time I was by myself and with only one word I smiled, put the stand down on my bike, put the bits and pieces on the ground and simply in Chinese said 'tomorrow'. Beers N Noodles to ya...shane The soundtrack to this stupid entry was Irelands 'Ash' The album was a real killer when it was released. If you're not an Ash fan go and grab this album and you soon will be. 'Nu-Clear Sounds'

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Posted by eddakath 17:00 Archived in China

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