You go, Girl! It's good to see some sane ride reports from the Northern Hemisphere for a change. Crazy rides abound lately. ("There's nothing wrong with that.")
Thanks! Wish I could have extended the sanity to yesterday's ride with neighbor G (both of us anxious to get in a ride before the next snowfall due in 24 hours), but it devolved into "crazy" within 3 miles from home when, to give some room to a wide yet carefully cautious delivery truck coming down a very narrow, extremely steep uphill gravel road while G and I were cycling up, I moved too close to the soft ditch at the edge of the road. Momentum took me over the edge and into the super soft super deep gravel wash piled in the ditch. That stuff was like quicksand. A Herculean effort on the part of my legs powering the pedals got me out of the bike-swallowing depths of the ditch and back onto the steep solid road, but at the expense of something that I thought was failsafe - the carbon belt drive.
It literally popped off the rear wheel cog just as the bike heaved itself back onto solid ground
I felt betrayed. Annoyed and upset, but more betrayed than anything else. The next couple of minutes were spent with the bike on its side, elevated by virtue of some nearby large rocks to allow a free turning of the pedals while I tried to coax the belt back onto the gearing. No such luck.
Long and short my favorite SAG was called to bring the car (which was accomplished quite quickly) the bike was loaded inside, G cycled back to my place while I rode home in the car, my Vado was subbed for the crippled LaFree, and G and I continued our interrupted ride with no more fanfare other than a few chilled fingers at the 14 mile conclusion of a different route (because I refuse to subject my precious Vado to muddy and/or filthy roads because of its chain drive) enjoyable for nice views on far less challenging and immeasurably less wet/slushy/muddy roads.
The LaFree, once it's frame was wiped down to relieve it of about a mile of accumulated road dirt so that it was a bit more "presentable" to be taken into the bike shop, then went on a 50 mile round trip in the car to my mechanic (who had been astounded that the belt had popped off) to be hoisted onto a bike holder for the belt to be carefully massaged back in place, and then for all the various and sundry bolts to be checked and tightened. As I sat at the counter outside the repair room, chatting with one of the sales staff, we overheard one of the repair guys mention to my mechanic (with a bit of awe in his voice) that "she (meaning me) really rides her bike more than anyone I know". The sales guy and I just looked at one another and grinned. Perhaps I'm in there a bit more often than most people, for one reason or another, always bringing in a plate of homemade chocolate chip cookies the following day for a repair well done, but my mechanic has assured me he loves seeing me and loves the fact that I love riding my bikes. He handed me back my bike with the belt back in place, no charge. Nothing like having a good support system no matter what.
Unfortunately, this small issue has eroded a bit of my confidence level. There is now a bit of tarnish on what was once a pristine and brightly polished opinion of carbon belt drives. While I will henceforth add a socket wrench to my tool kit for the back wheel bolt, there is nothing I can do to smooth out that mental dent I now have in my mind when it comes to the invincible carbon belt drive being able to stand up to any and everything. Subsequent reading on why belts "roll off" their gear rings have educated me in the complex world of bike frame flexing and proper tension adjusting, but ... the damage is done. I will have to ride with a touch more caution than unbridled optimism from now on, and not expect things to never reach the limits of their manufactured ability if they are pushed too hard.
The only picture I have of the ride yesterday is my poor LaFree in the back of the car waiting to head up to the bike shop to have the belt put back on. Not really all that inspiring, so I'll just skip it.