Well, I usually am really easy on my equipment, It gets replaced when It wears out. I have never " Taco-ed " a wheel, nor have even bent a rear derailur. I have smashed a few teeth off the big ring, but thats it.
On Wednesdays ride, while descending Deer Run, I did hear a funny noise, like when I used to use a clothes pin to attach a card to my rear triangle so that the card would make a Motorcycle sound when rode. The bike seemed to wash out a bit too. So when we got to the top of SGP, I was checking if my rear tire was underinflated. Nope. At the bottom of Jackrabbit I was following Jeff M. and boosted out of the little whoop-dee at the end and when I came down, the back end wobbled and that motorcycle sound was loud and clear. I thought I got a stick caught in the back tire. Upon stopping it was clear to see. My swing arm snapped. Since I always have my bike in the back of my truck, laying on its side under the Taunnu (sp?) cover, I thought I might have packed it wrong and caused a ding that made a crack that caused the failure. But in that area, not even the paint was scratched. Could it be that my beloved Marin Mt. Vision is not worthy? Or am I now part of the elite group that can proclaim my toughness and machismo amongst other riders as one who rides so hard that I break frames. Like I'm gonna get a tattoo on my chest that says "Thrasher"
Well, my bike was un-ridable, but fortunately for me, Scott came and picked me up. THANKS SCOTT! When I got to my office I immediately took photos of the damage and sent them to my friend Steve who works for Marin. He told me that this, unfortunately, is not that uncommon, and that a new, re-designed swing arm was on the way to me. Well, I still Feel Macho, but I will skip the tattoo for now. Since my bike was unrideable I sent my shock in to be serviced. This will take longer than it will take for me to replace my swing arm. I will be riding my wifes bike until further notice, so I may not look to Macho, but I will have an underlying glow of Machismo, as I pedal through the streets and hills of Carson City.