This morning's commute and other commuting stories

Nope, it's a different tongue spoketh here innits?! :-)

I saw a fillum once, it was called The Star Wars, 1977, I was on holiday with my parents on the Isle of Wight. I had some fizzy Oringe.

Bolt extracted with help of colleague A, borrowed bolt of colleague B: Cyclist teamwork success . Which means no 3.5 miles cycling standing up :)

I also learned that fitting a bolt that's waaaay too long means you can get it out at the other end...else I'd be really stuck, the SP clamp is part of the frame.

I snapped a seat post bolt once, the loose end took off like a bullet. Put a dent in the wall.

Ow wow. Mine was more a whimper than a bang.

I snapped a seat post bolt once, while riding along no handed (well, it snapped itself). Bike continued on its way. I landed on the road.

Not sure what torque it failed at but I'm pretty sure it began with an F

Mid-commute relaxation through Black Prince Road was cut short by the Police doing anti-terrorism practice

Fuckloads™

I wondered what that was. Didn't have a look myself, but saw it ahead up the road before I turned off.

As me dad would call it "Torqued into oblivion"
AKA
Torqued till Fuck

;)

That bloke in the black helmet, that was RPM.

Woarrrrhhh! Black Helmet bloke was a bit naughty wasn't he going around blowing up Planets n stuff.

Walking home in sunshine, witnessed a ped vs cyclist on Grosvenor st. Ped just walked out without looking. His cheekbone is fucked and he hasn't a clue what happened. Girl who called ambo knows him from her office so have left her and cycling medic with him. Bloke on bike was ok, helped him put his chain back on.

Leave them a note. Or graf it up.

Well that was most agreeable. Set off from SE23 just after 7, rode gently up to Greenwich, through the cool cool tunnel and on up northwards, getting completely lost but following my nose and keeping the sun on my right to make my way gradually over to Leytonstone to pop a birthday card through my brother's door, then back down through Stratford and into the city along the A11. Also, had a puncture in Leytonstone and sat on a bench in the sun to fix it, chatted with someone who was delighted that the puncture had not made me sad. Got to work just after 9, delighted to have had about three times my normal commute distance in such glorious weather.

Friday night post pub commute home was brightened up by a fella at traffic lights on his headphones singing Dancin' in the Dark. He had one helluva set of pipes, and I joined in for the chorus.

Beautiful moment.

Didn't take more then a minute before I had the first person undertake me. Turned onto Gipsy Hill shoulder checked to going around a parked car next thing I know a blur in green when steaming passed on the inside, he managed to squeeze between me and the parked car. Journey just got worse from that moment on, more undertaking, more sheep following each other through red lights and junctions and not a lot of shoulder checking before moving over.

Still as like yesterday the Sun was out 5/10 Will moan again.

I dropped every motherfucker this morning.

Twiddled with suspension settings and switches on my mtb Scott Genius last night so rode in to check it out. Single-tracked thru East Finchley Cherry Tree woods for oh - all of 30 metres? - nailed the steep glass and gravel covered cycle lane up the A1 to Highgate tube and then monstered the downhill bus lane to Archway. All in order. And the sound of those Schwalbe Hans Dampfs at 2.35 and 45psi on tarmac - scary! Maybe didn't need the full face. Hmmmm.

Euro douche mode activated, legs shaved, jersey open to navel to reveal hairy chest. Looked like an utter cunt.

All I need is a gold medallion.

Rode to the hospital for an x-ray, then to Fulham to get some wine coolers for the wine that I also bought, and now off to Wimbley doan to enjoy a game of tennis or two

Getting new forks fitted tonight so rode most of the way in with a steerer tube clonking me on the back of the head. Worth it though, gonna have mad aeros and a white headset on black fork and black frame as of this afternoon. I am not a tasteful man.

All I need is a gold medallion.

Do some kind of public bike ride thing where they give you a little medal thing at the end and wear that.

Ah a fully paid up member of UCI then - and not Union Cycliste Internationale

And oil. Oil the guns. Go on, do it.