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Since moving to London last April my bike's (roadie) has been mainly hanging on the wall unloved; bar the Dunwich Dynamo and few laps of regents park. So..
1) Bought @Sparky's big purple All City Big Block frame for a slow project (build thread coming maybe)
2) Free'd up my Saturday to join a ride out to Box HillHopefully i won't find an excuse to bail this weekend. The Big Block has already sparked some fresh excitement in it all so feel positive.
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but it does look like a good buy at that price - pretty easy to see it back as a sound road bike for maybe £300 - £350 - if it were a bit smaller there are a few impecunious lads in our bike club that I might be encouraging into this.
Would make a cracking road bike, i just hope no one jumps on it and cycles off!
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So on Tuesday i had a check up for my collar bone after my accident a few weeks ago. The Dr said all was cool, just not to crash my bike again.
Wednesday morning i'm cycling to work. I remember approaching the roundabout that i navigate everyday. Next thing i know i'm being put on to a spinal board, with paramedics asking if i know what day it is. I don't.
Thankfully nothing big is broken, but i lost a few teeth, and cut my face up so i'm pretty swollen up. Still no idea what happened and i'm yet to hear from the popo.
Fuck this shit.
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First real oh shit moment.
In Oxford, at a set of lights on the High Street. Lots of steady cyclists in the box so when the lights go green i power off to get in front. Chain slips off, and as i'm standing up, my momentum sends me over the handlebars with the the bike following. Head. Concrete. Ouch.
No one bloody stopped so after around half a minute of lying in the middle of the road i drag myself to the pavement, take my helmet etc off and have a little sit. A passer by does check to see if i'm okay though. I lie and say i'm fine.
After around 20 minutes i cycle the rest home. Currently on the sofa as my Dr housemate goes to get takeaway. She says i'll live.
It's worse than we originally thought. A&E and a bunch of X Rays later and they think i've dislocated my collar bone from my sternum. Having a CT scan on Monday to check.
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First real oh shit moment.
In Oxford, at a set of lights on the High Street. Lots of steady cyclists in the box so when the lights go green i power off to get in front. Chain slips off, and as i'm standing up, my momentum sends me over the handlebars with the the bike following. Head. Concrete. Ouch.
No one bloody stopped so after around half a minute of lying in the middle of the road i drag myself to the pavement, take my helmet etc off and have a little sit. A passer by does check to see if i'm okay though. I lie and say i'm fine.
After around 20 minutes i cycle the rest home. Currently on the sofa as my Dr housemate goes to get takeaway. She says i'll live.
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I'm currently recovering from a puke story.
Visiting an ex work colleague this weekend we drank numerous bottles of wine from around 3pm. I lie down on the sofa just for a second at midnight and the next thing i know it's 4am and i wake up as sick is travelling up through my whatever sick travels up.
As i run through the kitchen seeking out a toilet i can't hold it anymore and projectile vomit all over the stone floor. (and it turns out today, cupboards. Lots of cupboards). I then proceeded to walk over the sick to grab some toilet roll to clean up my horrible mess, but slipped banana skin style on my own sick, and then perform what must be the worst ever slip and slide through the kitchen.
The problem was earlier that day we were joking how i'd completely forgot to pack any spare clothes for the weekend and i was now covered in my own vomit. I drunkenly worked out the washing machine though, and it was only this morning when i was found outside having a fag at 7am just in my pants that my friend had any idea.
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I woke up in the middle of the night with aching stomach pains. I hadn't eaten or drank anything rough but as i sleepily rushed to the loo i knew something was wrong.
With both eyes still mostly shut i pulled down my pants and out fired something the texture of melting chocolate ice cream. As i turned round to sit on the loo, i looked down at the floor. Staring back at me as my girlfriends monkey bathmat, with his tongue sticking out and a speech bubble exclaiming "Yum!". Covered in my poo.
After 20 minutes emptying myself, and a quick shower, i crawled back into bed. My girlfriend asked if i was okay:
"I've shat all over your monkey mat" i said and fell straight back to sleep.
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Has anyone got the CX Winter Hat? Only came in one size, it's barely big enough & I've got a peahead. In fact, I used to get called Beetlejuice quite often.
Why is my hat so small? How do you big headed folk cope?
Might have to go back, but I've had it all Winter.I thought this was only me! I'm a M in helmets (small in the motorcycle variety) yet it still feels really tight
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Hey, I'd be interested in buying these off you if you have no luck swapping. Also, do you think it's all 28c's that would have a problem, or is there something particular about the Marathons?