Setting out this morning, Brian’s foot kept hitting his left pannier. Seems that one of the major welds had broken through and the whole thing was twisting funny over the frame.
You may remember back in Scotland when Brian’s previous rack did this and we patched it up with string and duct tape. Then in Brittany France, Brian bought us both new racks and I was livid! His was repaired and holding fine, and mine wasn’t even broken (yet - he said).
Well, my ‘new’ rack cracked a weld the other day going up and down train station stairs on the way to Venice, and Brian’s went today. Great, 2 broken racks. So out comes the string and duct tape again!
Hopefully Brian’s starting to learn that everything doesn’t need to be in ‘brand new’ condition
to be functional. But I love him for caring so much. I go too much the other way. I would rather things be rickety and worn than new. There’s quite a few things on my bike being held together with duct tape which are asking for disaster. My front range sprocket’s rivets are coming loose and Brian has no way of repairing them since they’re rivets and not bolts. He would have to replace the whole arrangement (which of course I have not let him to). Also, my grip shifts are cracked and ready to fully bust. Of course now, considering where we are, he’ll not be able to get the parts readily. So there may be an entry called ‘Brian’s grand I told you so’ soon…
To me, that makes for more interesting adventures. To Brian, that makes for frustration.
Surprisingly the bikes held it together long enough to make it to the next camping spot - right along the water’s edge. Crashing waves will sing us to sleep tonight. A beautiful beach - with some creative photo cropping. In reality the ‘off season’ Greek beach is littered with trash and very unappealing (at least in this area). But even so, there was a good-humored man to took whatever change we had in our pockets for payment and let us stay without any paperwork or receipts. With an added invitation for a beer, that’s all I need!