A few weeks ago I posted about how a spoke on my wife's road bike
spontaneously snapped at the point where the spoke met the ***. This
started a long thread about defective spokes, and which eventually
devolved into a technical pissing match replete with name-calling.
Tut-tut, I say. Let's show some manners! We are cyclists, the gentlemen
of the roadways.
But, in the spirit of full disclosure, I must confess that I hadn't
investigated the problem more fully. For if I had done so, that whole
regrettable mess might have been avoided.*
Had I been wearing my reading glasses when I was studying the wheel, I
might have noticed that the spoke was intact: it was the *** that had
failed. Split in half. The nice young man at the LBS pointed out
several others that were also splitting. "Aluminum ***s," he said.
"Salt air tears them up."
I blamed innocent spokes and feel terrible about it.
-- mike elliott
* Of course, the accurate description of the problem may very well have
simply started a different, equally acrimonious, pissing match.