Today my bicycle bell jettisoned off my handlebars.
Add it to the long list of gear that no longer wants to be part of our wander wheeling adventure.
It started with Scott’s rear hub that gave up the ghost 1500 miles from the end.
The other day I looked at my tire and thought I had run over blue gum. It wasn’t gum. Our tires are worn down to the blue kevlar strip under the tread.
My Therm-a-Rest air mattress is growing increasingly uncomfortable to sleep on. It appears it will give birth to a baby Therm-a-Rest any day now.
My bicycle odometer has been hanging by the wire since a crash in Bolivia where I busted the handlebar mount.
The water bottle our friends Cait & Mark brought me in Belize cracked in two pieces on the Carretera Austral.
These gloves and this shirt:
Both of our inflatable pillows have holes that we can’t find so we take turns reinflating them during the night.
The zippers on our panniers are failing. A stick of butter melted in my pannier and the oils spread like osmosis through the cordura fabric. Maybe this will be the secret to waterproofing our panniers. Scott has had two boxes of wine explode in his pannier, a true tragedy (for the wine).
Our tent has a few new holes from the friction of the rear rack caused by the bumps on these rough roads.
Like a bad Jimmy Buffett song, Scott even blew out his flip-flop.
But returning to my bicycle bell, that is now in the dirt at the side of the road. I considered just leaving it there. Maybe another cyclist would find it and give it a new life. But then I decided, no, there’s no quitting WanderWheels this close to the finish. So I picked up my bell and stuffed it in the butter-soaked pannier.
Some of our gear may not make it, but ya know who is going to make it to Ushuaia?