The title describes my reaction. Not particularly the one to swear, but sometimes it's the only vocabulary available. Yeah... just as I'm saving up to buy more parts for the monstercross project, the handlebar manages to break. At least the fault was entirely mine and the handlebar proved perfect during this time — my teeth are thankful, because broken handlebars tend to be nasty.
well...
Apparently, our brain shuts off sometimes when we are clipped to the pedals. Have you? Took a 180° turn on sand, front wheel washed off, and I forgot to unclip {kiss the ground mathafacka}. The classic 0 km/h crash. The handlebar leveraged against the ground and broke right at the joint.
Shit happens, I guess
Let's save up for a new one while riding the flat bar again.
Today I trained using the flatbar after a long while and gotta say the bicycle felt... strange. The aero position of a drop bar is a lot better for windy days. Or maybe I was tired.
On the positive side I'll be able to train jumps again, because the previous handle bar never gave me enough confidence. My flatbar is 760mm wide, so compare that to the 470 of the drop bar; the narrower, the quicker to turn.
The major factor to change from flat bar to dropbar was to change my riding position. When you are riding nearly everyday the body gets used to the position, which might trigger pain. I was having severe traps/neck pain that was completely cured as soon as using the dropbar. Let's see if the pain is gonna come back. If it does I'll have to change something on the fit.
I managed to finish the ride despite having a broken handlebar. Here it is.
Let's keep on pushing!!!!
Peace.
Disclaimer: The author of this post is a convict broke backpacker, who has travelled more than 10.000 km hitchhiking and more than 5.000 km cycling. Following him may cause severe problems of wanderlust and inquietud. You've been warned.
