The Weakest Link

Was having a pretty good ride that I had been looking forward to after three days on non-stop monsoon-like rain. Did the usual errand running after work, mail and banking for the union and then hit the trails. Started out conservatively like I usually do and then decided to have more fun on the way back in. I decided to say the hell with picking a cautious line around some huge little ponds on the trail and just tore through them. The deepest one I had been a bit worried about. No way of telling how deep it was. Well it was deep enough that I was peddling through water with my foot underwater at the bottom of the stroke. No problem! I was laughing all the way through. Then was the steep descent. It goes down steeply and then goes right back up in a V. Halfway up it I heard a pop and felt the sinking feeling that I had just broken the chain. Yep, there it was lying in the mud. I have a chain tool, just not with me, of course! So, I had to walk the last mile and a half out, down the street, caught the bus most of the way back and then more walking. Walking a bike sucks!