So.
Sherpa gets to live in the house in a place of honor against the fireplace mantle, while the other bikes are in the stable er, garage.
It may be going to his head.
Today, I placed him on his Click-Stand to undo his chain preparatory to changing his cassette to one with a different progression.
I guess I wasn't paying complete attention, because after I blocked-up his brakes, I didn't notice setting his rear tire atop the corner of the newspaper I spread to catch any chain oil as I removed it, and...
He fell.
The tire skidded out on the newspaper and down he went. He came out alright, but I can't say the same for the hand-finished pegged-and-planked red oak flooring.
Besides one spectacular skid mark, there's several small dents and one large divot by the fireplace bricks.
And, I managed to re-tear the tricep that was just beginning to heal nicely. For just a moment, I thought I could defy the laws of physics and leverage and catch him from the offside as he went down.
Sigh.
Well, Sherpa escaped with a very slightly rotated brake lever (put right) and not a single mar, thanks to the smooth hardwood surface. The glass doors on the fireplace escaped a shattering experience, and the custom brickwork jumped out of the way just far enough as Sherpa came down hard. My tricep got tested, I can get the skidmarks off the floor (though they do add a certain exotic flavor, as if I had gotten drunk and made donuts with a Harley as I rode it through the livingroom), and I think I can halve the divot with some careful steaming (I know how).
A moment's inattention, a monument to stoopidity.
Best,
Dan.
