I'm sure the super-intense looking ladies that me and Damian stopped to help with their bikes today wouldn't have appreciated me calling them "damsels in distress", but hopefully I have your attention now. These ladies sure got OUR attention :)
It's not every day you get the opportunity to help out a fellow cyclist, and it's certainly even rarer that that cyclist happens to be an attractive member of the opposite sex. Or in this case, two such cyclists. So when Damian and I spotted these lovely ladies, sporting Ironclad team gear, I put away the GoPro, we slammed on the breaks and crossed our fingers that our help was required. (at least I was hoping... Damian is happily married)
Wish granted! One of them had dropped their chain off the cassette and into the spokes. Actually, the chain was solidly jammed between the cassette and the hub, with the spokes blocking any attempts at freeing it. The damsels were hopelessly prying at it with a tire lever, and were in serious need of a multitool.
Yep I had mine. score.
10 minutes later, Damian and I prying at the chain, yanking on it with two hands, quiet cursing from all parties, and a rising level of desperation (this bike was unrideable obviously, and we were 10 miles from any town, and at least 20 from any bike shop) and I finally managed to get just the right angle on just the right pin.
PING! chain popped off, instant hero.
introductions all around, "thank you!" and "no problem at all, haaaapy to help"
I felt pretty darn important for the rest of the ride :) typical day turned awesome
