It's been a long slow process, but the complete rejuvenation of my brothers old bike from old skool MTB to tourer is complete. (After a lot of cock ups and much wailing and gnashing of teeth.) Complete with Pingu rebuilt wheels.
He took it to work during the week for it's first real ride and it went ok.
Today he brought it up for a proper ride.
15 miles out he suddenly disappeared, after having not been far behind me a minute before.
Pingu & I stopped at the next junction to wait for him. And waited. Eventually we realised we could see him by the roadside.
"Woss he up to then?"
"Dunno. Is he having a piss?"
"No, maybe he's got a puncture"
"Shall I go and have a look?"
So we trundled back.
"It's broke", says Bob.
"Whaddya mean it's broke?"
What he means was the rear hub was seized and it didn't go round anymore!
"Got any spanners?"
"Nope"
On the plus side, despite it taking a long time for us to make our way to the nearest hostelry (not one person stopped to see if we needed help - gits) we still had time for a pint before Pingu arrived with the car.
When we finally got back to the Igloo and Pingu and Bob were stripping it down in the garden (and I was in the shed swearing at the re-assemblage of some pedal bearings, but that's another story)....
"Well I thought the hub bits were a bit slack and loose so I did nip it up a bit...."
