Who the heck features a picture of his bike’s derailleur?
Here’s the rest of the story:
Yesterday I adjusted my handlebars so that I could ride in a slightly more upright position. After climbing the hill out of the Mississippi River valley in “granny gear,” I leveled off and found I could not shift back to “fast gear.” I could shift down to about the third smallest sprocket, but not the 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th, 8th or 9th sprockets. What’s up with that?
I tried putting my handlebars back into the lower position. That didn’t work. I tried kicking my derailleur with my right foot when I shifted. That didn’t work. I finished my ride and planned to fix the problem the next day.
Today is the next day, and I fiddled with the rear derailleur for about 40 minutes. I tested my efforts every five minutes. Nothing seemed to work and I almost resigned myself to bringing it to my genius brother.
But sometimes I get the crazy idea to take things apart and figure them out for myself. Perhaps you remember the time when I reported disassembling the stem of my bike to solve a steering problem. It worked. I also bragged about fixing my own brakes one time. That worked too.
Today, after spending an inordinate amount of time trying to diagnose the problem, I took the chance of separating my derailleur from its cables. Sure enough, I found the problem. The cable had rusted inside the casings. It wouldn’t move. (Too much winter riding I assume.) I squirted a little WD-40 into the casing. I relied on lot of luck to help me put everything back together properly because I have no mechanical skills at all.
Son-of-a-gun, everything worked perfectly on my next test drive!
I haven’t been posting almost every other day like I had been doing for the previous nine months. That’s partly because I don’t have much new and interesting to say. It’s also partly because I’ve been trying to reconstruct my cooking blog after getting booted off of the Crazyguyonabike/Topicwise bullshit empire.
I’m back today for three reasons. 1) To brag about fixing my bike by myself, 2) to meet the monthly challenge of photographing something for the first time. In this case, I am positive I’ve never taken two pictures of my derailleur on the same day. 3) I hooked up my trailer to take Diggity for a ride for the first time this year.