Betryal

I know the relationship between my bike and components is not harmonious. This is especially evident on my mountain bike. I ask, she fusses; I lube, she whines; I clean and she ignores. On my road bike; however, this relationship has appeared healthier. She shifts smooth upon request and I admit, I've taken it for granted.. assuming she'd always be there when I demanded. I should have known better. Last night in the first Nestor Cup A Race she proved to me I pushed her too far. She attempted to go out in a blaze of fire and take me down. With only 20 minutes into a 45 minute criterium she started to fuss and rumble, shifting on her own whim, and ignoring me. I knew things were going to get ugly. I moved to the back of the pack and out of corner two she broke the derailer hanger, snapped the derailer in half, and broke the chain. Luckily, I held her upright and came to a quick stop. I was commended for my bike handling skills and most of all, not taking down a pack of 40 guys. I should have known in the end, she'd betray me.