My right cleat clicked out nice and smooth (ahhh, what a pleasure) and I proceeded to press the bottom of my left foot outwards, away from the bike, to click my left foot out... still clicked in. I was coming to a stop; I exaggerated the twist, starting to panic… still attached to the pedal. I came to a stop and leaned on my right foot, with my left foot still attached to the pedal. I twisted my leg in, then out, then in, then out and then my shoe came off the pedal. Notice that I didn’t say that I clicked out, because I hadn’t. I succeeded in removing my shoe from the cleat it was attached to (no minor accomplishment, since I had screwed the cleat into the shoe with two threaded screws).
Alright - I had about a 2 mile ride home, but I could pedal, albeit awkwardly with my left foot and I had full use of my right cleat, which I proceeded to click in to the pedal and rode home. Pulling up to the driveway, I started to slow down and gave myself ample time to unclick my cleat (remember what happened last time, right – if not, go back and read my last entry). I twisted my right cleat outwards... I was still clicked in. I tried again, more frantic. I twisted in, and out and in and out and I came to a stop (thankfully, I had my left foot unclicked due to the malfunction that occurred 10 minute earlier). I placed my left foot down, managed not to fall and proceeded to follow the same steps that had worked earlier when my cleat was stuck. Nothing. By this time, I had slowly move down the block while trying to maintain my balance, as I tried to click out, and it began to dawn on me that I was not going to be able to click out, so I reached down and undid the three velcro straps on my shoes and removed my foot from the shoe, while the shoe remained attached to the bicycle pedal.
So there I was, limping down the street (remember I am wearing only one shoe, which is on my left foot) pushing my bicycle with one pedal that has a shoe attached to it. Then I hear from a window, “Hi Daddy!!!” It was my 3 year old daughter, screaming out the window. She must have been so proud to be my daughter.
Alright - I had about a 2 mile ride home, but I could pedal, albeit awkwardly with my left foot and I had full use of my right cleat, which I proceeded to click in to the pedal and rode home. Pulling up to the driveway, I started to slow down and gave myself ample time to unclick my cleat (remember what happened last time, right – if not, go back and read my last entry). I twisted my right cleat outwards... I was still clicked in. I tried again, more frantic. I twisted in, and out and in and out and I came to a stop (thankfully, I had my left foot unclicked due to the malfunction that occurred 10 minute earlier). I placed my left foot down, managed not to fall and proceeded to follow the same steps that had worked earlier when my cleat was stuck. Nothing. By this time, I had slowly move down the block while trying to maintain my balance, as I tried to click out, and it began to dawn on me that I was not going to be able to click out, so I reached down and undid the three velcro straps on my shoes and removed my foot from the shoe, while the shoe remained attached to the bicycle pedal.
So there I was, limping down the street (remember I am wearing only one shoe, which is on my left foot) pushing my bicycle with one pedal that has a shoe attached to it. Then I hear from a window, “Hi Daddy!!!” It was my 3 year old daughter, screaming out the window. She must have been so proud to be my daughter.
