Well,went out after work for a nice meander at the park, (some of us had to work this holiday), and after getting all prepped up, dressed up, psyched up, and fed up, (love that bakery), discovered a crack in the swing arm of the old Ironhorse.
Damm, (sorry am I alowed to write that).
Thought I'll just get on the old mobile and give old Gray a call to bring out one of his many steeds for me to ride. Cool it's early enough, he wouldn't have left home yet to get here.
One problem just compounded another as I recalled the fact that if you do not pay your phone bill, they tend to cut your service off. Damm, (opps once again sorry).
So there I sat, looking at all those non weld broken mtbs rolling past me. Man was I ever annoyed.
Felt like I was at an 'all you can eat', without a napkin. It's just not right.
Well Graham turns up, and it appears he's lost a bolt on his granny ring, and it's not looking like a good day.
We vote for a miscarriage of Monday, and decide to head off to our homes.
I s'pose I should have suspected the weld would break some day. I've had it welded up twice before. DOH.
Think I will get my father in law's camera and get some shots of the offending join.
Check this out. Proverbs 16:9. A man's heart plans his way, but Jehovah directs his steps.
Any how, bless you all. Dave W.
Ps. try again on sat. With a diff. bike. See ya.
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