Dec 01, 2008 23:09
Bother. I had some idea or other for a poll that would utterly confuse more or less everyone. I had the entire thing gurgling away in my head while I steamed to work this AM, but then I realised that I couldn't feel my toes and that was the end of that bright idea.
There was extra comedy coming back. At some point before I got to Bitton railway, I lost one of the allen bolts holding the SPD cleats to my footwear. Thus when I attempted to unclip my right foot, the cleat rotated and I remained attached to the bike.
Cue swearing and riding in circles in the car-park.
As it was, bin-cleaning-bloke arrived at the door at about the same time I wobbled up the pavement, through where the gate isn't and leaning against the bin like I meant to do that. He only laughed a bit while I unlaced the attached boot then hopped about like a pillock attempting a bicycle morris dance.
Tomorrow I take the train to the bike-shop and grovel for countersunk allen bolts and some loctite.
I wish I could remember the other stuff I was going to post about. It was good.
(Actually, the one thing is frankly bloody strange and is giving me a bit of a shit time. Ugh. Brains, eh?)
spod comedy,
peloton,
halfwit