My husband started breaking down his bike to repack it. Something went wrong and he morphed into Carl Spackler from Caddyshack. He’s muttering sarcastically to himself and acting as if he’s at war with three itty bitty spacers that flew off of the wheel hub and landed in the hotel carpet.
My advice is don’t repack a bike until after you’ve had coffee and breakfast on the day after a long ride.
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