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That super-warm day we had last week prompted an attempt to get the SM wheel back on the Husky. The attempt failed...not sure how I even got the chain onto the sprocket of the enduro wheel but I just could not manage to get the chain off it again, even after loosening everything and sliding the axle as far forward as I could.
This led to my trying to get the bike onto the (sweet, thanks again) Kendon single-rail trailer that I picked up from a fellow NESR member last year or the year before. Turns out the Husky wheelbase is maybe a little too long to make the Pitbull TRS bits work out in its favor? Could easily be that I'm just a dumbass though (keep reading).
So I get the bike stood up mostly-straight, feed some straps through the bottom clamp of the triples, ratchet the thing down a bit. Gave it some good side-to-side wiggles; seems like it definitely won't fall off. And hey I'm only going from Somerville to Arlington, should be fine.
Well, it wasn't quite fine enough. A few blocks from GBM, I'm pulling away from a red light and the sumbitch topples ass-over-teakettle into the street. Broad daylight in front of g-d and everyone, soccer-mom mouths agape as far as the eye can see. I had some Bach blasting on the stereo too, so the "look at this fukken guy" vibes were strong. A passer-by jogged over to make sure everything was alright. Yeah dude it's cool; sometimes it be like this, but thanks.
Luckily it was the Husky, which it turns out crashes hella well. I broke both right-side turn signal lenses (and it dislodged the right-side trailer brake light on the way down, womp womp) but overall it's fine.
Anyway, "it happened to me!" Triple-check them straps, yo.