by Broom Wagon
Sat Feb 12, 2011 1:38 pm
Well I've pre-empted Phil. How was it for you?
Not good for me this time. After paying the mortgage, keeping the kids clothed and fed and the cars fuelled (yes I know cars - I hate them too) I have to admit to my better half that she's no nearer to living in the style she expected to become accustomed to upon marrying me.
Consequently there's not a lot of money left at the moment for cycling bits and bobs so I've been busy trying the ignore the nasty noises coming from the rear hub and the wheel tracking all over shop under the sound engineering principle that if I ignore it, it will probably just go away. Luckily the crunching and cracking noises coming from the bottom bracket have helped me do the ignoring. But now it's got so bad the wheel's rubbing on the frame and I can't ignore it any longer.
This was probably the reason why once Jess had finished beasting me and I turned for home, I was probably in a bit of a sulk and failed to notice the relatively small puddle. A small puddle that contained a unique pothole in that as soon as I hit it, it instantly up-ended the bike propelling me face first into the verge. Thank goodness I landed on my face - no harm done then
Not good for me this time. After paying the mortgage, keeping the kids clothed and fed and the cars fuelled (yes I know cars - I hate them too) I have to admit to my better half that she's no nearer to living in the style she expected to become accustomed to upon marrying me.
Consequently there's not a lot of money left at the moment for cycling bits and bobs so I've been busy trying the ignore the nasty noises coming from the rear hub and the wheel tracking all over shop under the sound engineering principle that if I ignore it, it will probably just go away. Luckily the crunching and cracking noises coming from the bottom bracket have helped me do the ignoring. But now it's got so bad the wheel's rubbing on the frame and I can't ignore it any longer.
This was probably the reason why once Jess had finished beasting me and I turned for home, I was probably in a bit of a sulk and failed to notice the relatively small puddle. A small puddle that contained a unique pothole in that as soon as I hit it, it instantly up-ended the bike propelling me face first into the verge. Thank goodness I landed on my face - no harm done then