I dropped the new wheel with no tire mounted to it on concrete. A wheel I had never ridden, or even mounted to the bike was destroyed. It landed on the edge of the rim and bent it. Where the tire bead sits was bent outward. It won’t hold a tire under pressure anymore. I know, I tried, leading to a blow-out. It was totally my fault.
That didn’t affect my plans for today, as I was going to do a full commute on Oria. Oria had front derailleur and rear brake trouble on Sunday’s ride. The front derailleur was easy to fix, the rear brake was just an adjustment issue, but it took me hours to get it right.
I was up too late, woke up late, and can barely keep my eyes open now, so I’ll drive.
I also need to bring the wheel in, so Tom can pick it up and look at it. I figure at the very least, it’ll need a new rim laced to it. I had considered carrying the wheel on the bike somehow, but it’s just easier to throw it in the trunk.