Broken Spokes, Turning Wheels

They say when the mesquite are the only tree that knows when the countryside is going to have another frost, or not, before springtime is really here. The fruit trees, peaches, pecans, etc. Have routinely been burned by being duped into coloring the landscape, promising plumb edibles for the summer only to get frozen by mother nature's fickle tease of scheduling the new season. But the prolific mesquite is the only one, they say, that knows for sure and if you watch it close enough you can tell if there will be more frosts. I believe it. Well quess what? They are blooming, started last week. So by all accounts, many folks around here think there will be no more frosts this winter. Yes, it will be cool, but not frozen. Around here enjoying the cool is something that should be done just like one should be grateful for being alive, because when it it over, the heat comes, the relentless, energy zapping, water robbing, blistering heat will come, and stay forever it seems. And to ride in these last few weeks, these last few days of cool temps is something not to miss.
I have heard of the 1,2,3 spoke rule. When three spokes break on a wheel it is time to do something about it, like get a stronger wheel set or something. Well, I am on number two and am deciding what to do about it. I use a pack to carry my work clothes in now, want to try panniers and know that by putting more weight on the back will require a better/stronger wheel. For now I am going to go learn something about this process.
20 miles today