Over the weekend, I ran into some more trouble with the new bicycle. About four miles from home, the left crank arm fell apart mid-pedal. It started wobbling and, as I slowed to a stop, completely fell off the bike. I have only owned the bike for two weeks, yet this was my second major issues. If you remember, it was basically DOA when I first brought it home due to a defective tire.
This weekend was particularly interesting because of record heat. I hadn’t ridden since last week because we were in Cleveland with friends over the holiday. I was excited to get back on the bike, heatwave or not. In a stroke of pure luck, the bike fell apart under the turnpike bridge, basking me in shade. I called Jess, who was kind enough to bring my socket set to me. Within minutes, I was back on the road.