I last rode my trike on Monday, May 1—one week ago tomorrow. It seems longer, however. All last week I was kept from it by weather, and then yesterday (Saturday) morning when I went out to ride under a beautiful cloudless sky, I got a few hundred yards (just headed down the hill toward Oak Valley) when I rode under an overhanging tree, and it snatched my flag ("spinner") out. I stopped to get it, and when I sat back down, I heard a disquieting SNAP, and I then found that the pedals would turn freely, but the chain no longer engaged the gears, so the trike would not move. I spent several minutes puzzling over it, but eventually, after I could figure nothing out, I walked it back to our garage and texted my friend and cycling mentor Doug Tidd.
When Doug came over, he discovered several problems, and finally concluded that I needed to return it to the dealer, Jack's Bicycle in Dearborn, for service. So that's on the agenda for tomorrow. I'd love it if it could be fixed tomorrow and I could then do a ride in the evening—but I'm not counting on it.
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