I donāt get to go mountain biking much these days but I took my best bike out to the Wyre forest today.
Heading down one of the highlight trails of the area I was reflecting that my 10-year-old bike still brings out the 10-year-old in me. Fab fun.
But thenā¦ā¦ā¦. Bzzzzz bzzzz ā rear tyre is rubbing on the frame. Eh?
Well, it took 10 years, but itās finally succumbed to the poorly-welded chain stays that the first batch were cursed with. Oh well, glad I kept the free-issue replacement parts that have dwelt in my garage for all those years.
Itās definitely worth repairing, even if itās considered āvintageā these days.