Conundrums will never cease.

I left Sagunt and ambled my way up to La Torre do la Sal. I had decided to slowly move up the coast waiting for a few tricks to unfold.

I got settled in I met a German guy Horst and his wife we spent a convivial afternoon together.

Then as I was doing a very unroutine inspection of my bike I discovered this,

Well no matter which way you look at it it’s not good! That’s a crack in my frame.

I immediately contacted Mark Reilly who told me this is the first frame that has ever cracked in over 9000 frames. As you may all remember I was in a substantial crash in late December last year and I can only suppose that started a weakness (but I’m not an engineer). Anyway Mark R. immediately offered to replace the frame. So I have sorted out a shop for it to be sent and the components transferred. I will then send the broken frame back to Mark to be analysed.

I am also contemplating getting a large frame instead of a medium. This hopefully would be more comfortable on long journeys and also get rid of stacks of spacers and the laid back seat post. Yet I k ow madness while already on a long journey.

So I rode back to Sagunt, where the bike shop is that is going to transfer the components.

I then rode into Valencia to find some cooking fuel as I have run out.

On the way back from Valencia I met Lori and Jonathan who are from the USA and touring Spain on a tandem. I spent an hour or 2 riding with them and talking life. I would be hard pressed to find a more pleasant couple to spend time with. I wish them the greatest of onward journeys.

I know I seem to have done a great deal of riding on a cracked frame (175km). Well I have sort of done all business now so can kick back and wait for the frame to arrive.