On my normal commute this morning, spot a cyclist up ahead, target lock on…..Having him.

Caught up and pulled along side to see if ok and be a friendly roadie. Turns out he is knackered after his first weeks commute so I find out where he is going, change my route and offer my wheel to tow him in the whole way to his work place.

He was most grateful, parting handshake and ‘same again Monday please’

happy for him and happy to help.

What have you done, if nothing you have 12hr and 24 mins left!

Swoon.

Not today, but earlier in the week I helped a lady with a serious chain suck problem. She was very grateful but then looked at me somewhat confused when I suggested she wouldn’t have any future problems if she removed all her gears. I’m not sure she understood the singlespeed concept.

Not Friday but Thursday.

Whilst out for a loop of local trails last night I was distracted from my reverie by a plaintive cry from the bushes at the side of the trail of ….”Mate? We need some help”

Emerging from the bushes were 5 teenage boys on various mountain bikes and one BMX. All be-helmeted and be-gloved.

One of them was half pushing, half carrying a bike which was conspicuously missing it’s rear wheel.

There had been some sort of unexpected tree / bicycle interface which had ended up with the bike sans wheel and the chain resembling a birds nest.

Turns out the bike belonged to othe local MTB club with whom I have been recently loosely involved with.

Managed to sort it out, get the wheel back on and save the kid from the walk of shame back to the home of the guy who runs the club, from whence he had borrowed the bike.

I bought people cake.

I haven’t killed any of my colleagues. Yet.

I turned up at work.

Not sure how ‘swoon’ comes into it??

There were no Brokeback mountain feelings during the ride.

Not today, but earlier in the week I helped a lady with a serious chain suck problem. She was very grateful but then looked at me somewhat confused when I suggested she wouldn’t have any future problems if she removed all her gears. I’m not sure she understood the singlespeed concept.

What she heard was ‘you have problems with sucking’ ‘remove your gear’

Paid my neighbour’s bin cleaners for her.
Visited my bored disabled grandson to cheer him up.
Picking my other grandson up from school so he can have an hour on the park.
I’m shiny today, for such a miserable git

I gave a colleague a first class stamp.

FOC

I know, I know. Generous to a fault.

I’m still single

fed my cat.

i havent slagged my wife off on that other forum thread

bought sweets for my colleagues

sort out my mates problematic dropper for him

stop the car at a traffic island to let a lady and her school kids cross safely…usually there is a lollypop lady there but not today

I didn’t do any trumps at my work desk, the women who sit around me would have appreciated this if they’d known. Instead I saved them all up and went to the loo, whereupon I farted for nearly a full minute. It was joyous.

I bought cake at the work bake sale in aid of the “British Heart Foundation”. A culinary oxymoron.

I got my sales director out of the shit after he failed to call someone about a critical point relating to their IT and the impact moving their broadband would have….

I thought you are supposed to put your guiding hand on his hip to help him along..

5 years ago yesterday (it came up in my Facebook timeline) I helped a lady change her car wheel as I was heading in to the shops.

When I got back to my car there was a little thank you card slipped under my windscreen wiper.

I had actually forgotten it ever happened until seeing the timeline post too, so it gave me a feeling of satisfaction all over again 🙂

I cheered up someone sad.

Went to buy ice creams for me and my daughter, but they only came in packs of 4 so I gave the other 2 to the staff in the shop

Wednesday this week I fixed my elderly neighbors dripping tap.
Karma was instantly repaid when he gave me a nice bottle of wine.

I made myself late for a date helping a bloke who had inserted his bankcard into the receipt dispenser at the automated pump. A thin file and a pen knife got it out.

My altruism got me brownie points 😉

Yesterday I told my new boss to **** off. Today he has avoided me, so I’ve had a day free of bullshit. He’s become very kind today.

I saved the breakfast waffles from burning then covered in salted butter.

They were incredibly grateful but now are nowhere to be seen…

Offered to fix my Daughter’s nursery’s e-mail issue for free*

*by fix, I mean ask one of the boys in work who actually understanding that stuff to fix it, by free I mean we’ll do it in exchange for showing them how brilliant we are hoping to get them to pay us forever more.

I haven’t yet pooed in Pudsey bears eye socket today or given a puppy a Chinese burn. For these good deeds, I think I deserve a medal or maybe even a knighthood

Today I gave a fiver to an old guy outside Tesco collecting for the Chiltern dogs rescue.

I’ve just been out on the road bike with my wife.

First time she’s been on a bike this year.

I was calm, patient and relaxed and didn’t offer any advice on road positioning or gear selection at all. Well, mostly.

I bought a complete stranger a train ticket last week. She was stuck in Brum with a lost/stolen purse and no-one to pick her up for 3 hours. I overheard the tearful conversation on the phone, offered to buy her the ticket, she was very happy (and somewhat shocked someone would offer) and all was well. I felt pretty damn good about doing that actually.

how much was it lunge?

how much was it lunge?

Just over £20 I think.

And interestingly, this is the first time I’ve mentioned anyone that I did it.

Picked a old cycle tyre up from our street that been lying about for more then a week and chucked it in the wheelie bin .
Last week it was a shopping trolley , yes I have lovely neighbours .

I got a donation of £250 for my lads Scout troops charity pentathlon challenge* in aid of Cancer Research on Sunday.

I genuinely didn’t know that his godfather was trustee of his employers fund for good causes, but I’m bloody glad he is. 😀

*20 kids, aged 10-14, doing 0.5km swim, 15k bike ride (couldn’t get real horses!), 5k run, 1 hour round robin fencing competition, 5 laps of a running/air rifle biathlon. Last weekend the leaders were stocking up on survival blankets for the snow, now worrying about heat stroke!

I didn’t push any of the fair weather cyclists that couldn’t be arsed to check behind them before randomly switching sides of the towpath at random into the canal. Or the woman that couldn’t hear me loudly announcing my approach due to her tunes on a perfectly nice sunny morning with birdsong due to her headphones. Just slowed down and said hi.

I checked a guy who was just getting up off the floor shouting at another cyclist on the (quite wide) canal towpath was OK, apparently they’d managed to have a head on collision.

Yeah, standards were low this morning.

Not torn off the new (to the team, not the company) girls head in a rage

Imagine a ‘made in Chelsea’ type girl, impossibly posh accent, chronically stupid (or does a very good job of pretending to be) mega rich mummy and daddy, born and bred in Harrow-gate, dahling.

She. Will. Not. Shut. Up.

Stopped to pump up a fellow commuter tyre because his co2 cartridges hadn’t worked, I didn’t lecture him on how crap they are 🙂

Just collected my car from the very very friendly B&B (who let me park it there all week whilst I completed the NCN72 C2C) and bought the landlady a massive bunch of flowers, the landlord a bottle of finest scotch.

Without them I would have been worried about leaving the car for a week in deepest Kendal.. 😆

A celebratory 3 pints and a Chinese takeaway and I’m bushed, tomorrow is a long long drive back to the Hampshire coast..

I played tom waits loud enough for the neighbours to hear.

Just the usual lost souls around Cannock. The red signs aren’t actually that helpful if you’ve never been there before and the blue route signage is a total nightmare. The other week I’d completed a trans-Chase epic and was literally just about to start the tarmac ride home when a rather sweet young lady on a Santa Cruz (obvz) asked me how to get back to BV on the road which would’ve been about 12 miles. It was a nice day and I felt ok so I escorted her back to the car park via some tremendous off-piste that only I know. The young lady commented that my tyres made a nice sound. Pretty good day really.