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Flintstones - there's 4 of us in a car already, but I'm sure we could strap the wheels to the bikes on teh rack, or fit them in the boot... no point you going all the way to Ruddy wales for them!!!
It's just a nip down the a24 for you to get them then!
PM me details about the wheels/your phone number, and let BPW know some devilishly good looking guy with a ginger beard will get the wheels!!
DrP
Couple of things
I'm really enjoying the stories and relived!
I feel like my life is complete, I have started a thread that has gone onto 2 pages!
DrP - Thanks and message sent.
OH changed in the car park at Kirroughtree, put trousers in car, with keys in pocket, and fastened our youngest in his seat, closed door... and then the car automatically locked with the keys and child inside. Cue much embarrassment. In the end we called the fire service (the AA couldn't help), who attended and persuaded our child to wiggle himself out of the seat and open the window (we had tried the same, but clearly we didn't have a uniform and a shiny red engine to help).
Drove all the way to the Alps and realised I'd left saddle and seat post in liverpool. Saddles and seatposts are surprisingly expensive in Alpine towns.
We had a girl turn up on holiday a couple of weeks ago with everything except her front wheel!
I live on the edge of some Danish MOD land with excellent singletrack trails we can ude when the army is not using the land. One rainy saturday afternoon, I decided to go for a spin, only to be greeted by some heavily armed special forces (jægerkorpset) guys telling me to find somewhere else to play.
Biked home, jumped in the car, bike on the back, and rather huffily drove away to some other trails in the vicinity. When I reached the trail I discovered that I had left the helmet at home. Was rather angry by that point, so I decided to carry on in order not to waste the day. Few minutes later, the rain intensified, it became almost dark... I had no decent lights, no helmet, and was on some rather technical trails I had rarely ridden before. Halfway through the ride, I had to admit defeat.Ended up having to walk 3 kilometers back to the car, soaking wet, muddy, and utterly annoyed.
Came home to my wife complaining that I was always out "having fun" and she was stuck in the house with two bored kids on a rainy afternoon...
I have the wheels... REPEAT... I have the wheels...
Can I start the bidding at sixty English pounds....
One carbon rim... One slightly smaller non carbon rim...
DrP
What tyres? Tubeless? Need to know what we're buying here. 😀
Pleased the wheels are on their way.
Went for a weekend camping in the peak district with the bikes locked to the roof racks and the keys still at home.
My favourite bit of karma was a typical reps car with briefcase and folders on the roof, I drove alongside at the red traffic lights and pipped the horn to let him know. He flicked the Vs and turned away to carry on talking on the phone (I hadn't noticed this initially) so I let him carry on down the NSL duel carriageway, sadly I was going in a different direction and never witnessed papergeddon.
Packed dog and bike in the van, drove to trails, got me gear on, damn, no shoes. Only had my trusty Crocs on, rode in Crocs, suprisingly grippy 🙂
I once went away camping without my tent poles!
After plying DrP with booze and while he was describing his 12th bike, I grabbed the wheels and ran.
Thanks chap. Really appreciated.
Never did find out who handed the wheels in in the first place...