Okay, I know it sounds like a stretch, but weather it with me on this one.Yesterday morning I had a flat tire when I woke up. Not the best thing to find exactly before a upper case light of day of riding, but absolutely fixable right? So I flipped the bike over, removed the wheel, got the tube out, patched it and put everything back together. all that is except two greased up ball bearings that were sitting on the confound when I flipped the bike right side up again. Excuse me? Ball bearings? Some how they had escaped from my centre…but the dust cap was fully tightened. No small holes seeable where they could have escaped either. How the what?!?So this is where the leprechaun comes in. Having no sensible idea of how the bearings could have escaped we play a joke on decided that there is a leprechaun living inside of my frame who magically popped them out. He also may beget been front-office for the loosening of my bed basically grade model week, though I discretion not go so far as to bruit about he insolvent my shifters. Those were scarcely crap quality.
As my bike is definitely not made of gold, you may ask how a leprechaun came to live in quod of it. I invent he is a distant conditioned by of Bob, the bantam magnitude bloke who lives in my knee (also known to less “creative” people as a donor ACL replacement ligament). As he’s undeniable ticked by the need of gold, I maintain stuck a moneda - a one peso coin - on the front of the head tube as that is where Ben thinks he lives. with any luck this longing appease him and no other parts see fit bewildering be found wanting off.