Day 64
Harrodsburg, KY to
Berea, KY (via Danville)
Distance: 48 miles
Steed (of Austin): the
six million dollar bike – we can rebuild him
Alcohol units
consumed: zero (really)
Today was a day unlike
any other on the trip. All of the usual routines went out the window as I found
myself with a number of pressing tasks to complete on a cycling day. Albeit a
blissfully short one.
Before breakfast, I
switched my UK phone on for the first time in weeks. I had been trying to
charge it after the battery went dead, and then download some app updates that
I needed to complete some admin from home. Finally, leaving it to whirr away as I chomped away on some perfectly cooked eggs and batter pancakes, and after some persistence and
pandering to its foibles, the task was complete.
I also found myself
having no clean cycling clothes to wear and decided to break with tradition and
stop at the laundromat that I had seen in town rather than try to find one at
the other end. Putting on yesterday’s gear to cycle there, I did a quick change
(in the restroom rather than the “Grapevine” method) to get as many things
through the wash as possible.
While I was watching
my cheery bright cycling tops dancing around the drier, I phoned the bike shop
in Berea to find out if they could look at Skippy, the magic jumping chain, for
me. They answered but told me the bike shop had closed down. Good job I called!
Calling the bike shop
in Danville, around 10 miles off the route, I found that they were more than
happy to fix things for me, even giving me perfect directions for a fantastic
route on the back-roads to get to them from Harrodsburg.
I was greeted like an
old friend by father and son team Ernst and Andrew. And as Ernst got to work on
Steed with the precision of a surgeon and the enthusiasm of a thoroughbred
waiting for the starting gate to open, I chatted to Andrew and then Chris, who
had been out on the lunch-run, and realised I was pretty hungry myself.
Wandering out onto
Main Street, I found Danville to be another beautiful and historic town. This
part of Kentucky is steeped in history with some of the earliest settlements in
the area by the “white man” – Harrodsburg, where I’d left from that morning was
the earliest, named after an Englishman called James Harrod who settled it in
the late 1700s.
Danville itself is a
cute college town, with a prestigious history around presidential debates and
other claims to fame. And being a college town, of course it had a fantastic
little coffee house where I was able to grab a proper latte and a great
sandwich, which I took back to the bike shop to check on progress.
The problem, it seemed,
was not with the chain alone, but with the fact that the old chain and
sprockets had become so friendly with each other over the last several thousand
miles that they had started to shape each other into a unique fit – slotting
into the grooves in the touching surfaces. Putting the new chain on the old
sprockets meant that it couldn’t get proper purchase on the sprocket teeth, so
was slipping and skipping.
As Ernst explained all
this to me, it seemed extremely familiar and I realised that I knew this
already. You had two options, either to change a chain so regularly that it
never gets a chance to meld with the sprockets. Or leave the chain on as long
as possible and be prepared to change the sprockets when you change the chain.
Anything in between, as I found, was asking for trouble. But in my hung-over
state in Louisville, I had failed to have this discussion with the bike shop
there, and they had failed to mention it. And now I no longer had the old
chain, I had no option but to change the sprockets.
But that wasn’t the only thing. As Ernst looked at the gear cables, he also found they were rusted in places which was affecting the ease of shifting, and so he replaced those too.
All in all, I guess I
had gradually been getting used to Steed’s little ways and compensating for
them, not worrying when the gears didn’t change properly first time and playing
the shifters as necessary.
But no more… it was
time for the rebuilding of Steed.
Ernst adjusted, and
tested, and fine-tuned and tested, and once Steed was ready for me to take for
a spin round the parking lot, I already suspected that his moves were now going
to be like silk, and I wasn’t disappointed.
Having had an
entertaining and pleasant afternoon in the company of the guys, and being
extremely chuffed to have a revamped Steed purring away contentedly, I took a
quick snap of them before I left around mid-afternoon to start my to ride to Berea, my destination for the day. I’m not sure how we managed to get onto the idea of the monkeys,
but it did make us all laugh…
Chris, Ernst and Andrew: Yes We Can-Ville |
Arriving in Berea, I
found another stunning historic centre in the heart of a thriving college town,
and was cock-a-hoop that I was staying in the historic hotel right in the
middle of it. The food in the hotel restaurant was fantastic fine dining but,
sadly, since Berea is a “dry” town, without alcohol.
Actually, I say it is
“dry” but apparently a couple of years ago, the town voted to allow alcohol,
it’s just that nobody has applied for a liquor licence. Really people?
Still, my liver has
been dreaming about landing in a dry county for weeks, so at least part of me
was happy!
Me x
Ernst is a great guy. He worked on Nathalie's bicycle. Glad you found him on your trip.
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