Part of the reason for putting off the act of maintaining the Speedplays for so long is that the cost of the official Speedplay grease gun seemed so prohibitively expensive. It was clear that I had to bite the credit card bullet and buy a grease gun. (Though this latter fear was mitigated by the knowledge that the amount of power I put through the pedals is unlikely to wear down bearings made of soap.) I rode the remainder of the ride in that state of heightened tension where you’re conscious of the ludicrous noise that is piercing through the otherwise peaceful June countryside evening and the potential damage that each pedal stroke might be making. The added resistance was no doubt helpful in supercharging my training effect, but not ideal if I’m trying not to wear down the pedal bearings. On close inspection, the pedal was barely able to spin on the spindle. There’s no point in attempting to build up the mystery in a post so far dominated by grease and tardy pedal maintenance. My pleasure at succeeding at getting out of the house was soon interrupted by a creaking squeaking sound. This particular evening I’d made a particular effort, once home, to prise myself immediately into my Lycra armour and get in an hour-long ride. ![]() I’ve recently started working again after a three year hiatus (it appears that blogging, like crime, does not pay).
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