This being Paris in August. Nobody is here so I decided to take a quick flight down to Nice for a couple of days of welcome back to the bike. It's been a little while since I've been riding regularly so I figured I needed a good dose of 10% grade climbs and 35degree heat to remember how much I love the sport.
So Fri night I hop on a plane and arrive in Villefranche sur Mer around 9:30pm. I open my bike bag when I get to the hotel and see my brake handle snapped off at the top and dangling there rendering the bike inoperable. Needless to say I was disappointed. So i went out for a bite to eat and to determine my options.
In the end I took a yellow pages and I called around the next morning to see who was open and if anyone had a super record brake they could sell me. The earliest of the 3 bike shops within an hour was opening at 8:30 so I drove the 45 minutes to Menton and found this tiny bike shop with two tattooed guys sitting out front smoking butts and drinking coffee.
The owner (less tattooed guy) took a look and said, sorry, you are out of luck. We don't have those and that brake is finished. The other mechanic more tattooed guy said, when i pulled a small broken piece out of my pocket that I had saved - oh, hang on, I may be able to jerry rig this temporarily.
Well, in the end he did. He made a homemade patch and screwed it all together so it worked! So newly re energized I scampered back to the hotel, changed and hit the road. The idea being 3 hours of see how I feel as I am riding.
|on the decent from La Turbie to menton|
|A look back on the climb up Col de La Madone|
|oh - and this one is a view from the studio i stayed in in Monte Carlo.|