In the words of Mark Knopfler:
Well it’s a strange old game – you learn it slow
One step forward and it’s back to go
You’re standing on the throttle
You’re standing on the brakes
In the groove ’til you make a mistake
Working on my latest wheel healing project. I had replaced a missing spoke and was tensioning and truing. Just about had it and then ping! A spoke shoots out and hits me in the chest. It had snapped at the elbow. Ok…replace it. Rework the tensions and then ping! Another spoke tries to stab me.
I see where this is going. Time to replace all the spokes. Oh boy a complete rebuild. A third spoke broke while I was disassembling the wheel. Typical fatigue failure of straight gauged spokes.
Real Men Don’t Need Instructions
I picked a bad day to work on a wheel. The force was not with me this day. My first mistake was lacing the new spokes from memory. One, I’m aging and my memory is getting a little tired. Two, it’s been some time since I laced a wheel.
Two tries later I relented and got out my copy of Jobst. Aha! Laced it a third time only to discover that the spokes were sized for four cross and not three. That would be “over, over, over, under” not “over, over, under.”
Laced it a fourth time and put initial tension on the spokes. That’s when I decided to call it a day. With Dire Straits “The Bug” continuing to play in my head.
Sometime you’re the windshield
Sometime you’re the bug
Sometime it all comes together baby
Sometime you’re a fool in love
Sometime you’re the louisville slugger
Sometime you’re the ball