WHY HAVE I EVEN BOTHERED TODAY? No really why? My fingers have turned into small penises (peni) whatever the collective word for a bunch of Cocks is. I started the day off in a festive mood, washing, cleaning, doing all the stuff you do when the world is right and you have the time. THEN, fucking then I decided to put the infill back on my bike with the addition of some hook and loop tape (Velcro) to keep it in position.
Obviously I hadn’t taken into consideration that I’m fucking stupid! So as I pressed the panel down, I realised (too late) that’s I hadn’t used the correct amount of velcro, SNAP!! My panel now looks sick! Not to worry I’m sure it will be fine, so grabbing the panel and moving it around to get the screw in for secure placement. SNAP! The screws plastic captive devise snapped off! Not to worry, I’ll get some more Velcro! SNAP! Fuck it I’m going out.
Trying my new ‘race’ visor on my expensive hat, I was aware that this was the last time I wanted to visit the bike shop for this particular piece of equipment! Well I don’t half talk shite to myself, as I ride along I noticed the old familiar condensation starting to appear inside the helmet! This, mixing with the tears I started shunning was the last straw (and it wasn’t even 12 o’clock yet) the shop dudes looked at it, cleaned it and noticed scratches and ‘blooming’ in the plastic! (I’m beginning to regret buying this thing now) anyway, Carl (the main dude) told me not to worry, he would get a new one in for me AND he would hunt out one of his dark race visors so I could have that too! So now I’m in a cafe, drinking coffee contemplating going home (if I can see) and doing some homework… or not (I’ve left Big Red in the car park with the alarm system crying in pain (batteries are dying)
Dec247h 