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I had made myself a plan. As usual, with a malfunction. Bike shop after bike shop along the route, that was how the morning began. Shortly after nine, I stood in the first one, and he immediately took pity on me. Broken spoke. No problem. Thirty minutes later, I was back outside, although with the words that my rear wheel would probably give up the ghost soon. So that was the warning shot. Not my weight. The rear wheel. Which of course also means: I have ridden a DT-X wheelse