I can still hear you saying you would never break the chain.
- Fleetwood Mac
Last week following a 20 mile ride with Nicholas in his bike seat I noticed my chain was sporadically popping. This didn’t seem a huge deal, and I needed a tune up as it was, so I dropped off my Kona Dew at the local bike shop for a complimetary tune upand mentioned that the chain was acting up. When I picked it up the next day the mechanic said I had a broken spoke, but the chain was cool.
Stupid me, I didn’t seriously ride the bike until my morning commute Tuesday. I made it to down town Auburn, up the interurban to Tukwila, caught the train and got to Seattle. While climbing up 3rd avenue things were getting rough. I threw the chain off the front rings numerous times whenever I’d apply serious force. I took it easy the rest of the way and luckily I made it to the top. As I was heading down to the water front the chain tore apart. Either it got stretched out over time and was catching on the gear teeth, or I’m so strong that my raw power was no match that poor Shimano chain – you decide
It was fairly dramatic as a mechanical failures go. Luckier still, I was only 2 blocks from work, and only a short walk from a bike shop.
I’m a little irritated at my local bike shop’s mechanics, but those guys have done so much good work (basically for free), that I can’t stay upset. If I’d broken the chain while climbing home – that’d be a different story.
The upside is I’ve got a great new SRAM quick release chain (easier to clean I imagine) and my morning commute is much smoother now.


















