I had trouble getting to sleep last night. As I was laying there, I was thinking about my bike repair. Suddenly it crossed my mind, the crank cassette can be just as worn out as the rest of the drive train. It was a duh moment. As soon as I was up and dressed, I went out to inspect the sprocket. It didn't look great but I think it still has some miles in it.
It has 52 teeth, the jockey wheels and the nineth gear that I ride in all of the time have 11 teeth. Doing the math, the front chainring has only around one fifth of the wear as the other parts. The repair, just like the rest of the repairs, is a doable task. The sprocket can be had between thirty and fifty bucks. I didn't check the cost of the specialized tools for the task. It takes a couple of unique spanner wrenches that I'd have to purchase. The rest of the tools are allens and torque wrench sort of tools that I have. The project will not be fun when the time comes. The main cranks have to be removed to access the front chainring.
It was a cooler day that barely got into the sixties. There was a brisk NE wind that made it feel cooler. I put on some warm riding clothes and rode up one battery. Riding with the wind, it was almost hot. Riding into the wind was almost chilly. I logged 36 miles and put the Aquilla up. I was the only fool out riding.
I came close to running over a Meadowlark on the sidewalk South. There is a set of high lines running between the road and the sidewalk and he came zipping down and snatched up a grasshopper right in front of my 20+MPH front tire. He took off with his dinner before I had time to react. I was close to a foot from him when he took flight. I don't know who was more surprised, me or the Meadowlark. Probably the grasshopper.
