Came home on Friday night and walked past my bike to get into the flat, spotted something odd on the floor, and picked it up in my drunk, 4:30 in the morning way. Thought to myself, that looks familiar, in fact it looks a lot like my clutch lever. It was.
Then I started noticing the orange plastic detritus that were the remains of my indicators, and that my headlight had taken on an oval shape, and a lot of paint seemed to have come off. Yes, some cnut had knocked my bike over, though had picked it up, during which I hope they slipped a disc and end up with permanent Quasimodoitis.
Hulk Mad, queue scrambling on ebay trying to buy enough bits to get it road legal, and enable me to change gear in the 10mins battery life my laptop had left because that had broken as well and was refusing to take a charge.
Can’t believe it what complete an utter beep beeps, hope you get it sorted soon ,
Things as you said obviosly look better in the morning what ever may pop up lol
tuna face massage, It really wasn’t that sort of club, I’ve never even been to Tokyo. I guess it just fell out of my pocket at the bar at some point, which as a tale is far duller, so maybe I was jumped by 3, no, make that 4 guys will knives , all shouting “I cut you” until I paid them off.
I managed to get a new clutch lever, and front and rear indicators from ebay on Saturday morning, just waiting for them all to turn up now. Then I guess it’ll be a recovery truck job to a mechanics to get it fixed (because my technial skills are dire).
I borrowed my flatmates Vespa PX50 yesterday to get to work, feck me those things are slow, even compared to my 20year old smoke machine, today, however, I suffered the indignity of the number 59 bus. I felt dirty.
what exactly is the point you’re trying to make? You’re going about it like a seven year old who knows something he shouldn’t and is desperate for someone to ask what it is.
Charlie, you make me laugh…
