Fucked off - Grin with cat attached
|Fucked off||Jun. 17th, 2002 06:57 pm|
As I was about to leave work this morning, I discovered that Truth had a puncture. Easily solved, I took Fiction to work instead.|
When I came out of work, I found that Fiction had a puncture. Fiction's tyres have two key features in this regard; firstly, the chambers are filled with puncture sealant, and secondly, they don't fit properly, which makes removing them a very slow, strenuous and painful procedure. Tonight, in the baking heat, together with a problem re-assembling the V-brake, this took me about 40 minutes. Oh, and I snapped another tyre-lever :/
Having finally fixed the fucker, I set off - which seemed uncannily hard work. I got 100 yards to the roundabout and a learner almost hit me as she pulled onto it. I looked back at her and pointed to the road, and her instructor responded with a stream of abuse as she continued. My response was loud, and, I suspect, along the lines of: "Fuck that, you need to fucking teach her a bit fucking better, you goddamn fuckwit." Not my usual lever of repartee, I suspect, but for goddess' sake, these people are supposed to be experts!
Got to the railway bridge, only just got up it, dragged myself onto the pavement in the shade and almost collapsed. Found that the spring-lever on the LHS of my rear V-brake had come loose, meaning no tension, and that the RHS had been dragging all the way. Swore, fixed it, got up, found the rest of the ride home a bit easier. Got to ASDA, bought pizza & salad (the junk food of knackered bastards everywhere), and dragged myself home.
Now, once I've eaten, I can fix another bloody puncture. At least this one's easier.
Actually, I did it while the pizza cooked ;)