We had some major delays on the outbound leg. The planned 730AM start had been shifted to 8AM, then 820AM, at Jerome's request. Then another delay. Didier's rear brake cable was stuck when he and Jerome arrived at my place. We replaced the cable with a spare from my supply. 850AM by the time we got on the road. Then, as we headed toward Hachioji, Didier's left pedal started to wobble. After tightening it once, it loosened again. Finally it came entirely detached from the crankarm and he "one legged" it the last 5 kms or so into Hachioji. I joined with one leg drills, and Jerome offered Didier regular pushes on his back or shoulder.
In Hachioji we stopped at the "You Can!" bike shop. I have seen You Can jerseys in Japan as long as I can remember, but had never been to the shop. In fact, it turns out, there are now 8 shops, 3 in the Kanto area and others far away. The shop did not open until 11AM on Sunday, but someone was inside at 10:20AM and kindly took a look. The problem was not in the pedal, but in the left crank arm. So Didier ended up with a new crankset, BB and chain.
|Open from 11 ... but emergency service at 1020AM!|
|Your coffee or your life!|
|On the rindo climb. Some leaves and branches under the rubber.|
She and her friends seemed to get the joke, and so I offered to snap their photo in a similar pose.
A new tradition is born.
The descent down Wada - Ura was great. I REALLY like descending on the Parlee (Altum R). It is I think the nicest bike I have ever ridden for a descent with corners and varied grades. Nimble. Smooth. Goes just where I point it. Grounded.
After a quick convenience store lunch, we had more and more climbing. Then after the descent from Kobu Tunnel, Didier and I said goodbye to Jerome as he headed for Tomin no Mori. Didier and I headed home, arriving not too long after dark.
All in all, not the longest of training rides, nor even the most climbing, but no slouch either, and nice to enjoy the forced interlude in Hachioji and the "wait at the top" rest at Wada.
My only complaint about the day was the pollen. For some reason, this year my loratidine seems to have failed me, and today I am a sniffling wreck. No doubt I will recover quickly, and be back in the saddle again on future weekends.