I took my lovely new Pace hardtail on the train for part of the commute yesterday. I only finished building it just before crimbo. The frame is freshly powder coated
The stop after I get on, a woman on a bike gets on. When I say bike, i use the term loosly, I mean ‘bike shaped object’. Some piece of Filthy, Rusty pig iron adorned with panniers, mudguards and a basket
Actually… when I say woman I mean ‘woman shaped object’. She was a bit of a yoghurt knitter.
Anyroadup – she hauls the enormous bulk of her bike onto the train, and then simply drops it on top of mine. ‘I don’t mean place’ I mean just short of hurling it at it!! It connected with a resounding clunk. I looked at her horrified and she just strolled off. She then gets off one stop down and buggers off. Leaving me to inspect the damage. 3 bloody big chips in my new paint job. Right on the top tube. GGGRRRRRRRRRR!!
Anyway: I somehow resisted the urge to go ballistic. But I reckon I’ll see her again on the commute. I’ve seen her before.
What would you do? Point out the error of her ways? I am not happy!!