To fit these:
Long term readers may remember that I fitted the very same make of pedals a few years back:
I’m quite happy with how they have performed considering how much muddy abuse they’ve received and how little maintenance they have been given. And I always hated that rug…..
So when it come to fitting them, with a puffed out chest, I announced to my long suffering wife: “Easy peasy, how hard can it be?” and I scurried off to the Batcave.
So one hour , skinned knuckles and one bent 6mm allen key later the old ones are still stuck in the cranks and I’m greasy fingered and sweaty browed. The master mechanic has selfishly gone away on the Harley for the weekend so I was left on my own to sort it out. I couldn’t leave it as the right hand pedal was three crank strokes away from disintegrating. So I stood scratching my head wondering “What Would Pete Do?”
And with that sentence at the forefront of my mind I realised what I needed to do. Twat it. So with a large rubber mallet, a 15mm spanner, brute force and plenty of ignorance they finally moved. The new ones are on putting the rest of the mud encrusted beast to shame with their mirror bright bling.
The next time I have to fit something and Pete is nowhere around I’m just going to put my WWPD? band on and bring out the hammer.
Fat Lad
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