Read from "On How Not to Begin" in Bicycling beyond the Divide: Two Journeys into the West by Daryl Farmer:
"Saturday, May 7. I said good-bye to Joan and my parents, wobbled down the driveway, pedaled to the end of the street, King to 30th, and onto Pikes Peak, to the four-way stop on 36th. The mountain air was cool, the sun behind me, the shadows long. I crossed Colorado Avenue and merged onto Highway 24 and Ute Pass. I rode for about a mile, but the seat wasn’t set right, so I stopped to adjust it. After placing my tools back into the front pocket of my rear pannier, I neglected to cinch it. As I pedaled, the strap caught in my spokes and ripped. Then I realized that my cyclometer wasn’t working. Not used to the altitude, or the climb, I was already panting. I hadn’t ridden for nearly three weeks, was in probably the worst shape of my life, and it was clear I’d packed too much gear. I stopped to catch my breath and tried to decide what to do about the cyclometer. I didn’t want to ride without it, and I wouldn’t be near a bike shop until Breckenridge, maybe three days away. Best to get it fixed now, I thought.
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