Day 36-40: Fairbanks

the rim is ruined.

        My bike and I were covered with mud when I arrived at Duncan’s home yesterday. Duncan was on his vacation down south with his families but he told me that I am free to get into his house before I headed to Deadhorse. I left all the staff I didn’t need and plan to grab and leave after I arrived in Fairbanks, but I though that I had to clean all the mess and maintain my bike before I leave Fairbanks.

But I found that my front wheel could not rotate at all and rear wheel also could not rotate smoothly. I tried to fix it myself but was not be able to find the tools I needed. So all I could do was to wait Duncan to come back and ask for help.

It turns out that not only Duncan is a pilot but an airplane mechanic, so I think it’s a piece of cake for Duncan to fix a broken bike. We (well, actually he) started to fix two broken wheels 5 hours after Duncan arrived at home.He took only 3 hours to fix the wheels, which I spent 3 days to figure out how to fix and couldn’t ultimately, and saved me at least 100 dollars to buy a new wheel set. 

 

Let me show you how professionals do.

My one-month-old shoes were broken, too.