Did I ever tell you the one about Fast Derek and the tooth brush?
was out on an Akatarawas ride with Fast Derek some time about 1993. Well
compared to Slow Derek he was fast, and in fact one year Fast Derek
even won the Wellington road champs, and while the road scene in
Wellington back in the early 90’s was practically flat-lining, it was
still a well deserved win for Derek as he attacked on the final approach
to the finish while the usual suspects tried not to lead each other out
in the sprint. Pretty good for a triathlete.
Fast Derek was like the rest of us, a typical Hutt Bogan and did
unspeakable things like riding really old bikes with mis-matched
group-sets, and shock horror, he had even been observed wearing
home-made arm-warmers. Not the kind of thing likely to get him invited
on invitation only group rides with strict dress codes.
|The Bogan of the week trophy (awarded annually).
Slow Derek on the other hand was famous for getting beaten one year
in the 100km Rainbow Rage by one guy with no legs, and two guys with one
leg each. Realising his strengths lay elsewhere Slow Derek moved into
the administrative side of cycling. But I have digressed. So Fast Derek
and I were doing an Akas ride on the weekend, possibly as training for
the Nelson to Christchurch time trial, I cant recall. The night before I
can remember swapping my tire, I think it was a 25mm one, onto my
trusty Avanti Super Sprint.
The ride started well enough although there was a slight hop in the
wheel. I must have changed it in too much of a hurry the previous night
and not seated it well enough. Part way up the hill I noticed the tire
was getting a bit squirmy, maybe I hadn’t tightened up the valve
properly so I added a bit more air. By the top of the Hill it was
getting flat again. Damn it. Time to put in a new tube.
I ripped off the tyre and was surprised to see a toothbrush come flying out of the tyre when I pulled out my tube!
was in the habit of cleaning my bike with a tooth brush, and there was
one on the shelf above where my tire was hanging. It must have dropped
down into the cavernous expanse of my 25mm tire as I pulled it off the
wall. That was the first and last time I, or I am guessing anyone else
rode 50kms with a toothbrush in their rear wheel.