Such was the case on Friday when I was out riding in the mud, thinking I was burly, getting ready for the cobbles in Belgium when I heard a very horrible sound. Shortly after, I could no longer pedal and my bike came to a screeching halt. It doesn't take a genius to see that I had done some major damage to the rear derailleur (see photo). My ride was instantly over and I needed a way home.
I called my best cycling friend, Megan, and told her what had happened. Without hesitation, and without even knowing where I was, she asked if I needed her to come get me. She was on her way before we had even ended the conversation, and showed up with a smile. Now that is a true cycling friend, and a really good person.
Thank you Megan for saving me!