I am both mortified and disgusted that I was unable to do the Ride for Recovery this morning, the fundraiser for Ypsilanti's nonprofit organization Dawn Farm. Our 25-mile ride was at 9:00, so I got up plenty early (a little before 6:15) in order to prepare unhurriedly and leave myself an abundance of time to get there and assemble the trike. I was there, in fact, by 8:20—but was then flummoxed by my inability to get that center pin to move, so that I could lock the frame in the open position for riding.
Michelle and I had experienced difficulty with it yesterday afternoon as well, when folding it to load into the car, but eventually were able to free it up. I never imagined it would hang up on consecutive days—but that's precisely what happened. I tried everything I could think of to get it to move—soaking it thoroughly with WD-40, trying to get to the pin and surrounding components with a wrench, and, most importantly, saturating the situation in prayer—but nothing worked.
I had planned to do this ride for quite some time now, having registered for it several weeks ago, and also having collected a number of donations. It's a shame to waste the glorious morning for riding, as well—when I left home, it was 32° but brightly sunny, and I should have been riding until almost noon, at which time the temperature is forecast to be 58°. (Now, at 9:30, it's 49°.) Oh well!
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