Spotted...

I spotted that bike on friday, with the owner, in the underground carpark at natmags, soho... a tall girl, i was surprised to see that bike with a woman owner, mainly because i'm an unreconstructed sexist, and also because it's a higher saddle than mine and i'm 6ft as near as damn it (i contest the last measurement by that midget nurse in Clapton, and anyway, wooden wall-mounted rulers are unreliable, no, they surely warp and stertch on hot July days, no?) and was expecting the owner to be a lanky courier type, and when i said: 'is that your bike?', meaning to pay her a compliment, or have a bit of human contact, a brief respite from the crushing soul-negating tedium of my quotidian so-called existance, she snapped, with a wince on her face: 'yeah, but please don't knick it, i haven't got a lock'. I didn't know what to think. I felt like breaking into song in front of her. Maybe 'Would i Lie to You' by Charles and Eddie, or 'I would do anything for love' by Meatloaf. but i didn't, instead i just said nothing as she walked away, out of my life, forever, leaving me feeling bad about myself for the rest of that, already arse-shaped day instead, and she probably trudged back to her desk, kacking herself thinking i was gonna knick her bike. I don't really like it that much anyway, although the colour scheme grows on you. So yeah, spotted, too. ps i've got a soma everwear tyre if anyone wants it, never used, although it bears the scars of a bitter fight to get it on an araya 400x rim (never the twain...)