Thursday 03 August 2017: Melton Mowbray to Warlingham
13:37. Moving again. 30km. Melton to Leicester. Perfectly pleasant ride, given the fact we hadn’t ridden fully-laden for eleven days, and, despite one gentle ride at the weekend, had been fairly inactive – and softening.
The getaway was nice and smooth
until the moment we came to put the panniers on the bikes.
Yesterday evening, whilst packing as much as we could, I noticed an unfamiliar-looking screw on the bedroom floor. It may have dropped out of something when we were unpacking.
It’s an innocuous looking thing that may have dropped out of the spare bag of nuts and screws that we keep just in case. I’ll just pop it th…
Ah, the pannier with that in is in the garage. I’ll just pop it in here for now.
As I went to attach the front-left pannier, five minutes away from departing exactly when we wanted. The bottom rail that holds the pannier onto the bottom part of the front rack: hanging loose at the hook end. I didn’t need to look at what kind of screw was missing.
Let’s get a screw from elsewhere on the pannier and use it as a replacement for now.
“Motherfucker!” It’s come loose, but it won’t come out. May as well check all the others while we’re at it.
Good job we did.
“Motherfucker!” They all need tightening. On every pannier.
Ortleib: kings of the pannier – never heard about this before. Is it a thing?
It must be.
One Heath-Robinson patch up with a piece of string and we’re rolling. A little disconcerted at the thought that the panniers are not as infallible as I’d thought, but what can you do? And it seems like gravity does more of the job than the hook, so…
“It’s only drizzle – not worth bothering about.”
“True, but there’s no let up in the clouds. We’re just going to keep running into it.”
We did. Not more than three minutes later, the drizzle became a downpour.
“I’m stopping.” To poncho.
“Where is it?”
In one of the more accessible panniers.
Yes, that front one now bound up a little more with some twine.
Still, we got it off and got in to get ponchoed and waterproof-trousered
And had a quick snack: we’d been riding for practically an hour, so why not?
The rain’s stopped. Of course, England and its bloody showers.
But we got to Leicester well on time for an easy wait for our train.
Now we sit. Uneasy. Uneasily waiting to meet our bikes again at St. Pancras. Hastily chucked into the bike hole on this train. Glad you don’t have to pay for that indignity on British trains. Hold tight Finkel, hold tight Einhorn: we’re thinking of you. It won’t be long.
And they stood
all the way!?
Oh, I’m so proud. They grow up so quickly these days, don’t they 😁