One bleeding thing after the other!

I have just had the worst fucking day ever.

My back tyre started to fray on my way to Trixie Chix. Luckily the Kevlar wall (blessings be upon it) held, even though the rubber was all hanging off, and I didn't actually puncture. I managed to find a crappy bike shop in Shepherd's Bush that was just closing, and had a laugh at the expense of the hapless assistant who seemed to think he'd need to keep my bike in overnight to change the tyres for me, and was everso apologetic at having to charge me £50 for them. Still, that was fifty quid I didn't plan to spend. :-(

Arrived at Columbia Road a bit late, to find No Trixie Chix. So I settled down next to the courts to change my tyres (I had rashly ridden all the way from Shepherd's Bush on the falling-apart one, and it had held), and was quickly joined by a little group of nine-year-olds (at a guess - I'm not good with kids' ages), who were very friendly, and asked me all sorts of questions about what I was doing. I was a bit suspicious at first, but they seemed very sweet, and genuinely interested, so I gave them a bit of a lesson in bike maintenance, and let them help with deflating the tyres, etc. We were at it for about half an hour - and then the fuckers ran off with my multitool. There were still No Trixie Chix, so I couldn't leave my bike alone to chase them, and just had to watch them disappear into the distance. Another £25 I didn't plan to spend. :-( :-(

I couldn't really go anywhere with my bike in two pieces (I'd had my front wheel off when the little sods absconded), so I sat around in the park for a bit, feeling angry, and sorry for myself, and wondering where the hell the Trixie Chix were when I needed them. Eventually Heleana371 turned up and lent me an allen key - and as I was turning the bike over, my sunglasses fell off, and one lens came out and went under a car. I don't know how much sunglasses cost these days, but this was practically the last straw, and I would have cried if I hadn't been so busy FUMING. :-( :-( :-(

So Heleana371 and I drowned our sorrows in Pinot Noir, wondered where the Trixie Chix had got to, and fended off the advances of a tipsy gentleman who seemed intent on converting us to Merlot. And then on the way home my computer broke, which is annoying in itself, but also means I can't claim back the £8 reimbursement I would have got for my mileage for the day.

How much does that all add up to? I don't want to know. I'm going to go to bed now, before anything else bad happens, and woe betide whoever first cuts me up tomorrow morning. Grrrrrrrrrrrr.

:-(

I have just had the worst fucking day ever.

My back tyre started to fray on my way to Trixie Chix. Luckily the Kevlar wall (blessings be upon it) held, even though the rubber was all hanging off, and I didn't actually puncture. I managed to find a crappy bike shop in Shepherd's Bush that was just closing, and had a laugh at the expense of the hapless assistant who seemed to think he'd need to keep my bike in overnight to change the tyres for me, and was everso apologetic at having to charge me £50 for them. Still, that was fifty quid I didn't plan to spend. :-(

Arrived at Columbia Road a bit late, to find No Trixie Chix. So I settled down next to the courts to change my tyres (I had rashly ridden all the way from Shepherd's Bush on the falling-apart one, and it had held), and was quickly joined by a little group of nine-year-olds (at a guess - I'm not good with kids' ages), who were very friendly, and asked me all sorts of questions about what I was doing. I was a bit suspicious at first, but they seemed very sweet, and genuinely interested, so I gave them a bit of a lesson in bike maintenance, and let them help with deflating the tyres, etc. We were at it for about half an hour - and then the fuckers ran off with my multitool. There were still No Trixie Chix, so I couldn't leave my bike alone to chase them, and just had to watch them disappear into the distance. Another £25 I didn't plan to spend. :-( :-(

I couldn't really go anywhere with my bike in two pieces (I'd had my front wheel off when the little sods absconded), so I sat around in the park for a bit, feeling angry, and sorry for myself, and wondering where the hell the Trixie Chix were when I needed them. Eventually Heleana371 turned up and lent me an allen key - and as I was turning the bike over, my sunglasses fell off, and one lens came out and went under a car. I don't know how much sunglasses cost these days, but this was practically the last straw, and I would have cried if I hadn't been so busy FUMING. :-( :-( :-(

So Heleana371 and I drowned our sorrows in Pinot Noir, wondered where the Trixie Chix had got to, and fended off the advances of a tipsy gentleman who seemed intent on converting us to Merlot. And then on the way home my computer broke, which is annoying in itself, but also means I can't claim back the £8 reimbursement I would have got for my mileage for the day.

How much does that all add up to? I don't want to know. I'm going to go to bed now, before anything else bad happens, and woe betide whoever first cuts me up tomorrow morning. Grrrrrrrrrrrr.

:-(

Hey,
Sorry you had such a rough evening. You should have checked the trixie chix thread. We all had stuff going on and a couple were going to go for a short while. If you like take my number from the private phone thread and call next time.
EM

Oh sorry - it wasn't meant to be a rant about the Trixie Chix not turning up. It looks like a couple of people were around at various points, but none of us managed to find each other. That was just one of those things. I actually spent most of my time cursing myself for not checking whether it had been cancelled, or moved to another court, or something. :-)

The juvenile delinquents who stole my multitool, on the other hand...

your day is like a comedy sketch. you'll look back one day and laugh.

Look on the bright side, you probably shook off a couple of months worth of bad luck there in one go. Something superb is bound to happen now.

Look on the bright side, you probably shook off a couple of months worth of bad luck there in one go. Something superb is bound to happen now.

I like that concept :)

emilia, i saw you in acton high street, waiting to cross the lights, red, bike, 2 tryes over your shoulders. i was sitting outside a pub. apparently one of the locals was talking to you about your bike. it was locked up there 5 mins before i got there.

bad luck all the same.

oooohh nooooo!

those little kids are now disassembling someone's bike with your multitool

i had a good day. pics of my new frame. 2 out of 2 experiments working. come 5th at hillingdon.

although i did get a puncture b4 my race and another 3 laps in.

Ugh, what a nightmare. Those little f*ckers. I mostly blame their parents... some people really shouldn't be allowed to breed.

I hate going through life being suspicious and untrusting all the time, but stories like this show we have no choice.

The other day I was trying to teach myself (very unsuccessfully) how to do a trackstand). Some guys that were hanging outside my neighbor's house started shouting advice at me, and eventually, one of them offered to demonstrate how it's done. It was a bit of a dilemma... on the one hand, letting a random stranger take the helm of your bicycle isn't the best idea. But on the other hand, perhaps he was genuinely trying to help, and it'd be rude to refuse. In the end, I let him have a go... but I made sure to stand directly in front of him and the bike at all times, within a couple meters. I figured, worst comes to worst, I can always tackle him like that NYPD cop.

Fortunately, there was no need for me to tackle him, he didn't try to ride off into the sunset with my bike. Perhaps because the fixed-gear thing threw him for a loop.

Oh bless

what a day

although the 9 yr olds raised a wry smile

little rascals eh

emilia, i saw you in acton high street, waiting to cross the lights, red, bike, 2 tryes over your shoulders. i was sitting outside a pub. apparently one of the locals was talking to you about your bike. it was locked up there 5 mins before i got there.

bad luck all the same.

Were you the chap who was checking out my bike while I was in the pub? I was watching you through the window, to make sure you weren't thinking of nicking it! Nice to not-quite-meet you...

those little kids are now disassembling someone's bike with your multitool

...muttermuttermutteri'lldisassemblethemifigetmyhandsonthemmuttermuttermutter...

na, you had gone when i got there, you came back on the other side of the road, i was sitting outside with my g/f, bike in front of me. you turned right after the lights, down into shepards bush.

Look on the bright side, you probably shook off a couple of months worth of bad luck there in one go. Something superb is bound to happen now.

Yeah, sign up to Guardian Soulmates, I bet with all that surplus luck you'll get a million messages from sexy City boys.

"Voodoo"
"Java"
"Well smelt!"

"One bleeding thing after the other!"

Time of the month? :P[B][/B]

that's paydirt!

Pifko you oaf! renk.