Entering Vittorio Veneto again I was still in ecstasy from the gorgeous hills and misjudged a roundabout and slid down. Popped right back up, and the car behind stopped and asked if I was ok. Very nice of them. I headed on via San Martino to Cordignano, and must have had a tailwind because it felt like I was flying. After Fiaschetta there's a little rise- I downshifted and noticed the derailleur cage was striking the spokes in the 4th cog. So I stopped and saw the derailleur hanger was bent. Without thinking I grabbed it to unbend the soft aluminum and snap, the derailleur fell off. So I called my wife, who was getting ready to go to a doctors appointment, and she saved the day by coming to pick me up. I walked a mile or two down the road while waiting to shorten her trip. A fellow on a bike stopped to ask if I needed help, but I showed him the damages and he knew it was a lost cause. People are so thoughtful to stop and try to help.
Tomorrow I'll try to order a new derailleur hanger- in the meantime I'll be riding the Trek 1220 Clint was so kind to give me.
Looking north toward snowless Col Visentin (1763m) in background and Col Bressen (859m) center |
Lovely Santuario di Santa Augusta, a good hiking destination |
Chiesa di San Lorenzo (380m) |
The poor broken derailleur hanger |
The twisty climb, from right to left |
Complimenti per l' ottimo lavoro che fai con il tuo blog. Torno a leggerti volentieri e lo farò spesso. Ciao, Fabio
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