I was so naffed off this am, when this taxi driver who'd sworn blind he could fit my trike in2 his estate, without disassembling it. (Because it was a lucrative fare, and he thought he'd baggy it. ) Just couldn't do it, no matter which angle he tried, urrrrgh! And by now, I'd missed Cycle For Health, and although the settee beckoned, I seized the moment, got the same taxi to take me to my Mums new nursing home. I do plan to cycle there, but there are these notorious traffic lights, that I'm kinda dreading really, and I thought I'd suss the route out, in the relative safety of a car. (I don't know why I said that, because the number of serious accidents, involving recumbent cycles is actually none)
Steve did swaps, long story won't bore you. But the consequence was me being stranded at the local pub, with my mates, and my bike being locked up outside, the key for the lock???? At home in my wee boys bike lock!!! I had to walk home, find the key (thank the lord!!!) After returning to the pub, a group always gather round Ziggy, to kind of wave me off, and I can never ever resist showing her off, and letting folk have a shot. How 'Adam' could possibly skid and fall off her I don't know, but it was funny :D
Any volunteers, to try Beauchief lights with me? I'm a right wuss.
Night Everyone Happy Easter, :)xxx