Self Portrait

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Taken at the end of my 16.5 mile commute to work.

Salem UCC Graveyard, Oley, PA

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Statuary in Harrisburg

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Along the Greenbelt in Harrisburg Sunday, May 18.

Team Clydesdale Video, Harrisburg

A brief video accidentally shot while on the Greenbelt in Harrisburg Sunday. Herb, Ben, and Neil B. pose for a jogger who tried to take a photo of us.

"One short sleep past...."

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Grave marker, Salem UCC Cemetery in Oley, PA.

Ride Report, May 18, 2008 - Harrisburg Horrors!

Sunday I traveled two hours to Harrisburg, Pennsylvania's capitol, to ride in a group training ride for Team Clydesdale. Meeting me were Ben and Herb, two Team members and Bike Forums posters.

Meeting us also was the rain. I first turned the car wipers on by the time I'd reached the Turnpike exit for Hershey, and the rain was a steady downpour by the time I'd reached Ben's house. Despite the weather, we decided to set out. Herb, like the good Boy Scout, was fully prepared to ride. I hadn't brought any rain gear, and Ben didn't own any. So Ben hastily constructed trash-bag rain ponchos for he and I, and shortly thereafter the three of us set off.

Our destination was Harrisburg's Greenbelt, a series of parks, paths, and roads that encircles much of the city. I began to have problems immediately, as the rain intensified and my confidence in my riding ability diminished. I walked part of the first major hill climb because I'd hit a red light and I didn't feel I could get a safe start continuing uphill. Being cold and underdressed for conditions didn't help.

Nor did the course. Once we crossed the Susquehanna River and entered Harrisburg, I began to feel more confident. Here was a paved bike path, and the ride along the river was very scenic, with some spectacular views of the mountains around the city. I could enjoy this, despite the rain beading on my glasses and pinging on my trash-bag covering. And then.....

"This is now the mud portion of the ride," Ben announced.

The Harrisburg Greenbelt was constructed piecemeal, like many bike routes, and so trail conditions varied from place to place. For the next few miles we rode on pea-sized crushed stone, made sloppy by the rain. The path was made 'interesting' by the Greenbelt planners with lots of sharp turns. I wasn't interested in those hairpins; I'd rather be bored and safe, thank you.

Shortly thereafter we passed a bridge spray-painted with a "death to pigs" logo. It took me a moment to reflect that the spray-painter probably didn't have pork in mind. Our guide began to explain just how much crime took place in this area. "So, this is the urban adventure section of the ride, Ben?" I asked.

Once out of the 'Hell's Kitchen' part of Harrisburg, we stopped at an underpass and had a team meeting. The rain showed no sign of letting up, and as I was squeezing water out of the arch supports in my cycling shoes, we decided to cut the ride short. Our plan had been to ride 50 miles, circling the Greenbelt twice. Once was going to be enough today, we decided. So off we went, riding through puddles and overflowing ponds in what could be called the streamcrossing part of the ride. The rain picked up, banging against my trash bag covering. I got drenched on one street crossing from spraying water, and when I put a foot down at a stop light, I found the middle of a small stream.. "Something wrong, Neil?" Herb asked me as I tentatively climbed uphill from the crossing. "Yeah Herb, I just got half the Susquehanna in my right shoe."

Climbing the hill, Ben warned us "there's always broken glass at this gate, so carry your bikes over it."

"So this is the cyclecross portion of the ride, Ben?" I asked.

Off we went, crossing streets and turning back onto gravel as we passed through a local park. One hairpin turn nearly caused me to fall. For the rest of the ride I dismounted and walked through sharp turns. One place I didn't dismount was at a 10 per cent downward grade - it came with little warning, and I didn't trust my MTB shoes to keep me from falling on the rain-slicked surface. "This is the roller-coaster portion of the ride" I thought as I headed downhill.

Meanwhile, the rain was letting up. However, I was so busy dealing with the technical aspects of riding under these adverse conditions, and with catching up to my companions, that I didn't notice. By the time I'd climbed out of a local nature center and gotten back onto Harrisburg's streets, the rain had stopped completely. The final portion of the ride was back on the path along the Susquehanna, and shortly thereafter we were back at Ben's place drying off and congratulating ourselves for riding through that mess.

Salem UCC, Oley, PA

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Photo taken following the Fantastic Voyage bike ride through Oley Township, May 17, 2008

Sunset At Harrisburg

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The sun setting along the Susquehanna River, at Harrisburg, PA. Taken May 19, 2008, following a ride for Team Clydesdale.

The Travels of the Historian - Ride Report for April 20, 2008

"Forasmuch as many have taken in hand to set forth in order a declaration of those things which are most surely believed among us, even as they delivered them unto us, which from the beginning were eyewitnesses.... it seemed good to me also, having had perfect understanding of all things from the very first, to write unto thee in order, most excellent Theophilus, that thou mightest know the certainty of those things..." - Gospel of Luke.

My apologies to Luke, and the great Hand that guided his pen, for borrowing his introduction to a far greater story than my own, but I couldn't think of a better way to introduce my ride today. And while my travels weren't quite as lengthy or as important as Paul's in Acts of the Apostles, I feel I should record them in my imperfect understanding.

I rode to church for the first time this year. As usual, I left my home late. I barely made it in time, and unfortunately the shirt I brought to wear during services was too small. Darn my winter weight gain! So I worshiped in my bright BCP jersey. There went my reputation for conservatism. And I took some gentle ribbing about my attire after services:

"Nice suit, dude."

"Hi Neil, I almost missed you, you were so inconspicuous."

Afterwards I rode to bible study, being held four miles away. As usual, there were lots of rolling hills to get around. Like the ride to church, itself four miles, it took about 20 minutes. The predicted rain held off, and I got to spend time in the open air of the beautiful farm country of Chester County. I was the first to arrive, and I felt excited knowing I was first, until I realized the other members of the group probably drove home first before coming.

After lunch, and a discussion of a chapter of Acts, the group broke up, and I rode home, climbing the ridge to get to my house. Total miles were 12.5, with 750 feet of climbing, according to Bikely.

Ride Report, April 19, 2008

My ride today was from the new trailhead in Monte Clare on the Schuylkill (skool-kill) River Trail, to its intersection with the Perkiomen (per-key-o-men) Trail. I rode the gravel and cinder PT up to Schwenksville (shwenks-ville), visited the only bike shop on the trail, and then turned around.

The temperature was in the low 70s, and spring was all around the trail, including these lovely flowers near Rahns:



Just around the corner from here, I came across a patch of very loose gravel and took it at too great a rate of speed. As Roark slid from under me, without thinking I put a foot down and pushed the bike back upright, remaining in motion the whole time. I kept pedaling, and in a few minutes I caught up with my heart, which had jumped from my chest and had sped up the trail at about 50 MPH. I think I need to finally get those cyclecross tires I've posted about.

The trip back was less exciting, and thus more pleasant. A bit less speed and more care on the gravel, and I had fewer near-misses. I finished with 29 miles for the day. I'm a bit more tired after this ride than after the 55 miles last Saturday on asphalt.

Here are two other photos from along the PT, like the photo of the bluebell above, taken five years ago and posted to the trail website:





I'm riding the entire trail with Neil Fein next week, so expect lots of photos.[/

Ride Report, April 16, 2008

16.56 miles on the Schuylkill River Trail and Perkiomen Trail, from Port Providence to Betzwood, and including a ride to Upper Indian Head Road. Crews are still continuing to pave the SRT extension to Port Providence. They have a mile to go, and the trail extension could be finished by week's end.

A photo taken from the end of my ride with "Little Darwin" of Bike Forums this past Saturday at the Pawling's Road trailhead to the SRT. Not so little Darwin is on the left. While this was the end of Darwin's ride, I had another 14-15 miles to ride home. Note the threatening sky - I tried to hurry!

Ride Report, April 12, 2008

I had the pleasure of riding with the Bike Forums poster "Little Darwin" this morning and afternoon on the Schuylkill River Trail. We rode from Audubon to Conshohocken and back, a distance of a bit more than 20 miles, followed by another two or so miles off the trail to the Perkiomen Cafe for lunch. The threatened rain held off, despite an at times forbidding sky, and the temperature reached 70 degrees.

I feel a bit guilty this evening for dragging Darwin down from his home to ride today. I'm so used to pushing myself hard I didn't realize that I was leading a demanding ride for my guest. We had scheduled 50 miles, from Audubon to Philadelphia and back, but this only Darwin's second ride in six months. Add in the fact that he's 80 pounds heavier than me, and we both saw it as a good decision to turn around early.

Darwin has a good sense of humor, and he seemed to spark me to wit as well. Since the return leg from Conshohocken to Audubon is on a slight upgrade, and today into a headwind, I pulled and Darwin drafted. This led to a lot of good natured kidding about cycling and weight. "We are a new entry in the Guinness Book of World Records - World's Widest Paceline" I said.

My new friend has big goals for 2008, including riding his first century. With determination and saddle time, I'm sure he'll get there.

Speaking of goals, to turn this ride into training for me, I rode from my home to the trailhead, 14 miles one way. Aside from someone in a red SUV screaming at me "Get on the sidewalk", it was an uneventful ride in. I rode the new extension of the Schuylkill River Trail, but I'll detail that in another post.

Going home after seeing Little Darwin off was another matter. I rode strongly along the new extension to the SRT, and reached Phoenixville with energy to spare. However, the big lunch I ate at the Perkiomen Cafe - turkey hoagie with lots of onions, french fries, Diet Coke - soon enough made me queasy, and all the miles began to tell on me. I did poorly on the local hills on my way home. I walked parts of some hills because I was tired, and sometimes because I was suffering from indigestion. The energy tank hit empty as I reached my driveway. Seven more miles and a fraction would have made the ride a metric century. Had it been two or three miles, I would have gotten back on the bike and secured the metric mark. But I thought about seven more miles as I sat in my easy chair, and didn't move.

54.48 miles total.

Ride Report, April 11, 2008

16.27 miles on the Schuylkill River Trail with my co-worker "Lance" - not his real name. Lance hadn't ridden since the MS City to Shore last year, and so this was a warm-up lap for him. We rode from Lower Perkiomen Valley Park in Oaks to Norristown Transportation Center and back.

Unfortunately, while I had a good ride, it could have been longer. If I didn't have a flat rear tire when I got the bike out of the car... still, even that was a positive. I fixed my first flat tire! Fixing flats is both a necessary evil and a fact of life for cyclists, and as annoying as it was, I was glad I got to do it. I hope I won't have to do it often - the hardcase commuter tires I use are a pain to get off and on the rim.

In addition to the flat tire, I had a repetition of the right front brake drag I've had since my Baltimore trip. A turn of the screw seemed to eliminate it.

Ride Report, April 9, 2008

16.84 miles in and around the Lower Perkiomen Valley Park, the Schuylkill River Trail, the Perkiomen Trail, and the Audubon Loop.

The morning's ride got off to a bad start. My right brake began dragging, and nothing I tried - removing and resetting the wheel, adjusting the brake head, etc - seemed to solve the problems. Fortunately a former bike mechanic was riding nearby and stopped and found the problem. It seems the spring in my right brake was bent. He bent it back into shape, and I rolled further without problems.

Between the 25 minutes lost fixing the brake and the cold weather, I limited my ride to two hours. I traveled about a mile and change on the gravel and cinder Perkiomen Trail. The surface seems firm enough to ride on, and so most of my training rides for the next couple months will be on the PT.

Average rolling speed 10.90 MPH, top speed 22.50 MPH. The top speed was achieved on the 9 per cent grade on the Audubon Loop. Going downward, of course.

Ride Report, April 8, 2008

My first ride after my Manayunk Metric Saturday, and I felt like I had nothing in my legs. I squeezed out 5.24 miles in a local development before I called it quits. I still managed 11 MPH and change.

The only good thing about the ride were the new helmet and the new shoes. The helmet fits like a glo-, well, like a very good helmet should, and the shoes seemed OK. It will take a longer ride to determine how they will work out.

MS Training Blog

One innovation the MS Foundation is trying this year is the addition of blogs to individual fundraising pages. I kicked off "Neil's Training" with a capsule of my posting here about my metric century Saturday. To read this blog , go to my fundraising page at the link at the top of THIS blog.

My post from my MS blog:

First Training Ride of the Year
My first training ride for 2008 was a 100 KM trip from Audubon, PA, to Philadelphia and back, with some additional riding to reach the century mark. My average speed was a bit over 11 MPH. I was very sore afterwards, particularly my, ahem, posterior. It was a little early in the season to tackle such a long ride.

MS Fundraising Update

So far I've raised 268 dollars in direct contributions to my fundraising for the MS City to Shore, and I have a 50 dollar check to send in as well. As it stands, I'm nearly a third of the way towards my 1000 dollar goal. And still there's five months to go.

Head to Toe

New gear is always exciting for a cyclist. Yesterday I was covered head and toe by 'new' items. The helmet was sent to me by "RB1/LUVR" on Bike Forums, and the Sette Rival II shoes were part of an order from Price Point.

I should be outside shortly to try them out, so expect a report.

Ride Report, April 5, 2008 - Manayunk Metric

Well, it wasn't a metric century in Manayunk. But I did pass through this trendy part of Philadelphia. And I did ride 100 kilometers. So the title is partially correct.

The ride began back at the Pawlings Road trailhead on the Schuylkill River Trail in Audubon. My friend JT and I set off at 8:47 AM under cloudy skies to ride down to Philadelphia, loop around the Art Museum, and head back. It's a 49 mile ride, largely off-road with the exception of about five or so miles through Manayunk. It's also largely flat with the exception of several hill climbs in Manayunk. While there is a Manayunk Canal towpath that's flat and reduces the road mileage for the trip, the gravel surface wouldn't have been good for JT's 23cm tires or his carbon-fiber Orbea, so we used the road routing the Bicycle Club of Philadelphia recommends.

The 'inbound' part of the trail is on a slight downhill grade, and there's usually a slight tailwind from the west, both of which helped us make excellent time. We reached the Art Museum and Lloyd Hall by 10:43, taking less than two hours for the inbound trip of 24.35 miles. This included about a five minute rest stop at Conshohocken, halfway to the city, and negotiating traffic and stoplights - I hit every red light I came across in Manayunk. I felt in fine shape, although I struggled to keep up with JT. My extra winter weight was telling against me, along with my spotty riding these past few months. Plus JT is about ten years younger than me, and about 50 pounds lighter.

After hydrating, eating, and 'unhydrating', we headed back at 11:00 AM. All of a sudden the uphill and the headwind caused me problems. My speed slowed to a crawl, and JT pulled ahead, gradually increasing his lead to a half-mile on Main Street in Manayunk. During one of the hill climbs, I had to stop at a red light to make a left turn, and I chose to walk part of the hill because I knew I wasn't going to safely negotiate the intersection. I barely made it up another hill, getting over the crest as my legs began to fail me.

Eventually I got out of the city and back to the trail, where JT was waiting for me. As I pulled up I did what I do best.

"JT, I'm sorry I'm not in better shape. I'm slowing you down."

"Nah, I'm happy to have someone to ride with."

Having gotten my obligatory apologizing out of the way, we continued north and west out of the city, slowly climbing and fighting the headwind. We stopped for an extended break at The Outbound Station trail store in Conshohocken, and again in Valley Forge at Betzwood. We reached our cars in Audubon at 2:00 PM, where JT packed it in for the day with 49 miles ridden.

I felt like packing it in too by this point. My legs were spent, my back was slightly bothering me, and my butt was sore. Still, I wanted to get a metric under my belt, and so I mounted the bike again, and headed off into Lower Perkiomen Valley Park to get more miles. Between riding on the Perkiomen Trail, back down the Schuylkill River Trail to Betzwood, into Audubon, and searching for a decent lunch, I reached 62.20 miles at about 5 minutes to four PM.

Now, seven hours later, my butt hurts, my legs are sore and stiff, my back feels stretched, and I am dehydrated and fatigued. Isn't cycling wonderful?

Ride Report, March 21, 2008

I rode for about six miles on Neil Fein's homeward commute. Unfortunately I lost my directions and tried to meet Neil being guided by memory and 'guydar.' Some heated cell-phone conversations later, we met and rode to his apartment together.

Ride Report, March 22, 2008

I look a little more grim than usual in this photo from my ride on March 22. I'm in Highland Park, NJ, with Neil Fein, having hot chocolate outside on a crisp, sunny winter's day. I should be having fun. Instead there's a problem forming in my right boot, and it's showing in my face.

The explanation for that last sentence takes us back to that morning. I arrived on Friday and spent the night at Neil's place. I arose early Saturday morning, and while searching for breakfast tripped on a piece of furniture. I was wearing Crocs, so I didn't bang my right foot directly on the item. Or so I thought.

By the time we left Neil's apartment, I was in a little pain in the second toe, but I'd stubbed a toe before, so I thought nothing of it. Since it was cold, I was wearing one of my pairs of hiking boots - unfortunately boots not of the best quality and probably a little large for me. I was also wearing two pairs of socks. I figured whatever pain I had would eventually pass.

We rode through Highland Park and New Brunswick, and Neil led me onto Rutger's campus. During this time I was growing more and more concerned about my foot. Had I broken something? I'd never had a broken toe, so I had no idea what I should be doing. Wanting to reassure myself it wasn't broken, I continually wiggled and flexed the injured toe while pedaling. Finally, when we reached a nice place to sit down, I told Neil what was going on, and I removed my right boot and socks.

The toe in question had swollen and turned purple and black. After a minute, I redressed and we headed back home as fast as we could. When we arrived Neil's wife could tell something was wrong from the drawn look on my face. Once in Neil's apartment I took ibuprofin, iced the swelling, and spent the next couple of hours with my foot elevated while the toe turned black.

After time and icing, the pain stopped, and since I could move the toe without pain, it apparently wasn't broken. After about five days it returned to a normal color and the swelling went away.

Miles ridden, 14.

Ride Report, March 26, 2008

3.84 miles around the neighborhood. Just noted for the sake of completeness.

Ride Report, March 29, 2008 - Loch Raven

During a visit to Baltimore last weekend, I rode a bit more than 25 miles with "staephj1", a poster to Bike Forums. He mentioned there would be a little bit of climbing in the ride, but I was completely unprepared for what I faced. I managed to climb the road up the Loch Raven dam, but it seemed there was just one damn hill after another. Two of them defeated me to an extent, and I had to hike parts of them. My host was very kind and chose to dismount to walk with me, although he was capable of riding ahead and waiting for me at the top. I did walk part of a third hill, but that was more because it had entrance ramps for 695, the 'beltway', rather than the hilliness. All told it was about 2300 feet of climbing in a bit more than 25 miles. Fuel was one water bottle and one energy bar - enough food, not enough water. Afterwards my host and I celebrated the ride by dining on real Maryland crabcakes, a delicacy I'd never eaten before. Having consumed them, I confess they make me regret living on the other side of the Mason-Dixon line.

My legs felt very tired during much of the ride, and while some of it can be attributed to the hills, some of it is probably an after-effect of hiking on Friday. I was stomping around on pavement at the Maryland Zoo, and a couple of miles of that really stresses my legs. Also, I get very stiff while driving long distances, and the nearly three hours of driving Friday didn't help.

Roark handled well on the ride. He's now sporting a 36 spoke rear wheel, a concession to my Clyde-status and my use of the bike as a commuter and tourer. The bike didn't seem any slower or heavier with the new wheel.

Ride Report, March 16, 2007

I seem to have shaken off the last of this headcold I've had the past few days. While the weather remains changeable, and I still find it too cold, I am riding again. Yesterday I drove to church instead of riding because it was raining, but later the skies cleared and I rode my local loop, 11 miles. However, between the temperature being 20 degrees colder than Saturday, my fighting a headwind much of the ride, and being forced to walk across the Kennedy Bridge because the township added a "Bicyclists Dismount" sign, my moving speed dropped to 9.69 from 11.23 the day before.

Once I locate my misplaced camera, I'll start adding photos of my loop. Peace, The Driver, peace.

Medical Update

My MRI was inconclusive, which means I see a neurologist and get another scan in three months. Meanwhile the problem of lightheadedness that originally brought me to my doctor has cleared up now that I am exercising more, my weight is dropping, and I am sleeping better. Imagine that!

Thanks to all the readers who contacted me to offer support. I needed it.

Ride Report.. March 15, 2008

My usual local loop this afternoon. 11 miles, average speed 11.23, the last half of the ride carrying groceries in my panniers. As you may have read elsewhere on this blog, I did climb the hill on Lucas Road again. Not all my form disappeared over the winter.

This is only the second time this winter I could ride in shorts and a short sleeve jersey. The only thing notable about the ride is that I managed it with the best time I've ever done, and I had an obscenity shouted at me for the first time in 2008. And yes, he was driving an SUV.

More lines on the Lucas Road hill

A follow-up to the little doggerel I wrote in December on my climb of the hill on Lucas Road:

A month later, days were dark and cold,
And Neil the Clyde-climber felt weak and old,
He added fat to his big Clyde-folds,
And didn't ride his bike like a Clyde.

Three months went by in the winter cold,
Neil's Lucas Road climb grew stale and old,
And he longed for the days he was fearless and bold,
and climbed that hill like a Clyde.

And then on a warming mid-March day,
the sunshine peeked from a bleak sky of gray,
And Neil thought he'd try again that day,
To climb that hill as a Clyde.

Down Penn, down Ward, and downward he sped,
Down Nottingham Lane the Neil-clyde ped-
eled, faster and faster he sped,
To the hill too much for that Clyde.

His legs were a blur, his lungs were a gasping,
His Shimano index shifters were rasping,
And again the lowest gearing he was grasping,
As he climbed that hill, did that Clyde.

He huffed and he puffed and he rode that bike clear
over the top of the hill, and folks far and near
heard him shout, "I did it this time in a higher gear!
I climbed that hill like a Clyde!"

Ride Report, March 11, 2008

A three mile test to make sure the rear wheel was working properly. Move along, folks, nothing to see here......

2008 Indian Creek Roll and Stroll

The Indian Creek Roll and Stroll, run by the Indian Creek Foundation, is scheduled for June 21 this year. It was my first big ride, and I felt both brutalized and pumped by finishing the 39 hilly miles around Souderton. That's me in the orange and black Fat Cyclist jersey in the starting line photos, borrowed from the gallery at the Roll and Stroll website. This year I will tackle the metric century option, 3500 feet of climbing from Souderton to Green Lane and back.

MS City to Shore Fundraising for 2008

Friends,

I'm riding the MS City to Shore in 2008, with the goal this year of riding the full 175 miles over both days. I've begun fundraising for this year, with the goal of topping last year's figure. The National Multiple Sclerosis Society will use funds collected from the MS Bike Tour to not only support research for a cure tomorrow, but also to provide programs which address the needs of people living with MS today. Because we can fight this disease by simply riding a bike, because we have chosen to help thousands of people through a contribution to the MS Bike Tour, we are now getting closer to the hour when no one will have to hear the words, "You have MS."

While fighting MS is important, I also ride to celebrate my ongoing victory over obesity. Some of you remember me from my 385 pound days and being unable to walk a city block. My riding 100 miles in a days reminds me, and others, that people can make positive changes and lead an active life.

Feel free to let people know. They can search under my name at the link below to reach my fundraising page.

http://www.citytoshore.org/

Broken Spoke

The verdict on the problem with the bike is that I broke a spoke at the hub. The bike will be back tomorrow. Hurray!

Broken Roark - Ride Report for March 3, 2008

As on Saturday and Sunday, I wasted much of the morning, but the warmer temperatures led me to pull out Roark and go for a short ride through the local developments. Between the temperature in the 50s and the sunshine, I was warm enough with my lighter-weight tights, and I wore bike shoes instead of the hiking boots I've favored all winter.

As I pulled into my driveway I heard a "snap" from behind me. I stopped, dismounted, and examined the rear of the bike, but didn't see anything that looked amiss. I noticed I was just shy of six miles for the ride, so I remounted and rode to the end of the street and back.

When I went to put the bike in the garage, I noticed the rear wheel was sticking on part of the revolution. I didn't see a broken spoke, but the reflector on the rear wheel was askew. I tried loosening the QR, thinking the brakes are too tight, but the wheel still stuck.. There appeared to be no side to side movement at the axle. A couple of spokes were loose, and the reflector was no longer flush with the spokes, but sticking out. Part of the mounting that holds the reflector to the spokes appeared to be missing.

My thought is that a spoke gave way, caused the reflector to hit something and break. The combination of the spoke breakage and the reflector cracking produced the "snap" i heard, and the wheel bent under my weight. Anyway, I'll find out this morning. I believe Trek/Bontrager cover wheels for a year, in case it's bent beyond repair.The bike goes to the shop today.