done that twice 😯 yes, you’d think i’d have learned from the first time!
incident number 1 – getting on the ferry to ireland, waved on by the half asleep staff member, BANG! bars, stem, fork steerer and both brakes (levers) fubarred! had to borrow a bike for the ring of kerry charity bike ride.
incident number 2 – following year, negotiated the ferry no problem, managed the r.o.k. bike ride, pulled into a carpark before leaving kerry, BANG! overhead barrier! bike appeared at the rear near side window along with half of the roof rack. sat for a minute cursing, got out and cursed some more. caught a glimpse of the wife in the passenger seat p*ssing her self laughing. opened her door to remonstrate when she pointed at the (then 4yr old) daughter in the back seat imitating daddy “f*ck, f*ck, f*ck”
i had to laugh 😆
forks ‘only’ that time!
bike is now carried mostly inside the vehicle 😳